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 China and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Aloha Tigers to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
The Electric Prunes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Absolute Body Control,
Stockholm Monsters,
Whodini,
Joe Finger,
Rosa Yemen,
The Monks,
Smog,
Pole,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Mummies,
Yellowson,
The Standells,
Susan Cadogan,
The Move,
Circle Jerks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Easy Going,
Jeff Mills,
The Remains,
Buzzcocks,
Siglo XX,
China Crisis,
Roxy Music,
Andrew Hill,
Underground Resistance,
Nils Olav,
Glenn Branca,
Sunsets and Hearts,
48th St. Collective,
Piero Umiliani,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ronnie Foster,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Fuzztones,
Crooked Eye,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Blake Baxter,
David McCallum,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jacques Brel,
Accadde A,
Todd Terry,
Thompson Twins,
Rod Modell,
The Red Krayola,
Spandau Ballet,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Dorothy Ashby,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Neil Young,
Johnny Clarke,
Pylon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Brand Nubian,
Ponytail,
The Tremeloes,
The Zeros,
The Fortunes,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.