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 Hungary and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Juan Atkins to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
UT,
X-102,
Aswad,
Lucky Dragons,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eric Copeland,
Sixth Finger,
Robert Hood,
Surgeon,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kas Product,
Interpol,
The Five Americans,
Barry Ungar,
L. Decosne,
Eli Mardock,
The Stooges,
H. Thieme,
Monolake,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Young Marble Giants,
The Cramps,
Yusef Lateef,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Barracudas,
the Germs,
Black Pus,
Theoretical Girls,
Section 25,
Urselle,
The Neon Judgement,
Bang On A Can,
Cabaret Voltaire,
OOIOO,
JFA,
Rekid,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Parry Music,
Khruangbin,
Tres Demented,
The Residents,
Bobby Sherman,
David Axelrod,
Slave,
Blake Baxter,
Porter Ricks,
Andrew Hill,
Absolute Body Control,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Animal Collective,
Anthony Braxton,
New Order,
John Lydon,
Mad Mike,
Donald Byrd,
Unwound,
The Pop Group,
Nirvana,
Joy Division,
Soft Machine,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.