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 Croatia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 marimba 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 Mark Hollis to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Pantytec,
E-Dancer,
Subhumans,
Sandy B,
Clear Light,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Hasil Adkins,
Barrington Levy,
Panda Bear,
X-Ray Spex,
Warsaw,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Moby Grape,
Mr. Review,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tres Demented,
Stockholm Monsters,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Adolescents,
Flamin' Groovies,
Saccharine Trust,
Guru Guru,
Pagans,
Audionom,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Angels of Light,
Los Fastidios,
Reuben Wilson,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Mummies,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tommy Roe,
Eli Mardock,
Absolute Body Control,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ossler,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Hot Snakes,
Soft Machine,
Minnie Riperton,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Shuggie Otis,
Grandmaster Flash,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mo-Dettes,
Robert Hood,
Dorothy Ashby,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Todd Terry,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mandrill,
Skaos,
The Searchers,
Urselle,
Gabor Szabo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jerry Gold Smith,
AZ,
Grauzone,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.