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 Canada and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Man Parrish to the techno 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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick 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?
The Durutti Column,
Radio Birdman,
Crooked Eye,
Deakin,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ralphi Rosario,
Juan Atkins,
Von Mondo,
Tim Buckley,
Erykah Badu,
Man Parrish,
E-Dancer,
The Index,
Kool Moe Dee,
Yusef Lateef,
The Standells,
Tears for Fears,
Cameo,
Bobby Womack,
Unrelated Segments,
Joe Smooth,
Wings,
Magma,
Aural Exciters,
Absolute Body Control,
David Bowie,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Fall,
Pere Ubu,
Cal Tjader,
Panda Bear,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lakeside,
Bill Near,
Intrusion,
Interpol,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Roger Hodgson,
Lindisfarne,
Hashim,
Smog,
John Cale,
Aloha Tigers,
Reagan Youth,
Morten Harket,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tommy Roe,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Robert Hood,
Dave Gahan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Kinks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Germs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Todd Terry,
Bob Dylan,
Parry Music,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.