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 Togo and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Blackbyrds to the disco 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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
48th St. Collective,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Al Stewart,
Skriet,
Scientists,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Animal Collective,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Juan Atkins,
The Slits,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Cosmic Jokers,
June of 44,
Sarah Menescal,
Joe Smooth,
Aswad,
Franke,
David Bowie,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
X-102,
Kurtis Blow,
Quando Quango,
Y Pants,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Quadrant,
Nils Olav,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Index,
the Soft Cell,
Dual Sessions,
Tomorrow,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jeru the Damaja,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Livin' Joy,
Half Japanese,
Camouflage,
The Music Machine,
Unrelated Segments,
Wings,
Todd Terry,
Crispian St. Peters,
Laurel Aitken,
Blake Baxter,
Skarface,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Names,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Invisible,
Organ,
The Buckinghams,
The Red Krayola,
Basic Channel,
The Last Poets,
Jimmy McGriff,
Whodini,
Grauzone,
The Raincoats,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.