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 Argentina and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare 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 Kaleidoscope to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source 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?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Quantec,
The Evens,
Marc Almond,
D'Angelo,
Johnny Osbourne,
Barrington Levy,
Man Parrish,
Con Funk Shun,
Joy Division,
Dennis Brown,
Fugazi,
Ossler,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Circle Jerks,
The Cramps,
Amon Düül,
Johnny Clarke,
Ultra Naté,
Easy Going,
Derrick Morgan,
the Sonics,
10cc,
Das Ding,
Icehouse,
UT,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Accadde A,
Gang Green,
Mo-Dettes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Anthony Braxton,
The Leaves,
Symarip,
Lower 48,
Second Layer,
Black Pus,
Erykah Badu,
Cecil Taylor,
The Count Five,
The Knickerbockers,
Royal Trux,
Kayak,
Y Pants,
Bobby Sherman,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eric Copeland,
Terry Callier,
Jeru the Damaja,
In Retrospect,
The Techniques,
Qualms,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marmalade,
Alice Coltrane,
Saccharine Trust,
Lindisfarne,
The Selecter,
Procol Harum,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.