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 India 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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 arpeggiator 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 Erykah Badu to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
The Trojans,
Los Fastidios,
JFA,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Wolf Eyes,
Bill Wells,
Popol Vuh,
Whodini,
The Mummies,
The J.B.'s,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Adolescents,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Wake,
Sandy B,
Swans,
The Skatalites,
A Certain Ratio,
Max Romeo,
The Dirtbombs,
Liliput,
Danielle Patucci,
Dead Boys,
H. Thieme,
Sonic Youth,
Andrew Hill,
The Buckinghams,
Can,
Iggy Pop,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
U.S. Maple,
New York Dolls,
Janne Schatter,
Pantytec,
The Litter,
The Fugs,
Scott Walker,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lindisfarne,
Zapp,
Minnie Riperton,
Symarip,
Lightning Bolt,
Roxy Music,
Eurythmics,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Camouflage,
Hot Snakes,
Sixth Finger,
The Slackers,
Radio Birdman,
The Names,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Freddie Wadling,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Darondo,
Peter and Kerry,
The Neon Judgement,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.