Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Panama and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Mandrill to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Quando Quango,
Mars,
Fluxion,
Ossler,
Rakim,
Flipper,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Birthday Party,
Cluster,
John Foxx,
Toni Rubio,
The Count Five,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Surgeon,
Sister Nancy,
The Blues Magoos,
Aloha Tigers,
Von Mondo,
Rekid,
Sonic Youth,
Yusef Lateef,
Depeche Mode,
Tim Buckley,
L. Decosne,
Nik Kershaw,
Ronnie Foster,
Aaron Thompson,
F. McDonald,
The Skatalites,
Eric Dolphy,
Oneida,
The New Christs,
The Knickerbockers,
The Velvet Underground,
Underground Resistance,
DJ Sneak,
Black Moon,
Albert Ayler,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eve St. Jones,
Audionom,
Das Ding,
Slick Rick,
Stereo Dub,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eric Copeland,
Drexciya,
The Trojans,
Sound Behaviour,
Laurel Aitken,
Bluetip,
Simply Red,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Desert Stars,
Groovy Waters,
Loose Ends,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Stooges,
Andrew Hill,
Excepter,
Intrusion,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.