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 South Africa and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Grey Daturas to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
E-Dancer,
Lou Reed,
Deepchord,
Bobby Sherman,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Albert Ayler,
Gang Green,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
David Axelrod,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Josef K,
Skaos,
Aaron Thompson,
Eric Dolphy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Con Funk Shun,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Spoonie Gee,
Gabor Szabo,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Happenings,
Janne Schatter,
the Slits,
The Birthday Party,
Massinfluence,
John Coltrane,
Suburban Knight,
Robert Wyatt,
Juan Atkins,
Liliput,
Fifty Foot Hose,
John Lydon,
Brass Construction,
Charles Mingus,
The Young Rascals,
Symarip,
The Dirtbombs,
Piero Umiliani,
Marshall Jefferson,
Derrick May,
Echospace,
Popol Vuh,
Alphaville,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lungfish,
The Smiths,
Stiv Bators,
New Age Steppers,
Roy Ayers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Fuzztones,
The United States of America,
Kool Moe Dee,
Banda Bassotti,
DJ Sneak,
Traffic Nightmare,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Khruangbin,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.