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 Palau and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 K-Klass to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Inner City,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ornette Coleman,
Accadde A,
Dennis Brown,
Negative Approach,
The Cure,
Roxy Music,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jacques Brel,
Y Pants,
One Last Wish,
Cecil Taylor,
The Black Dice,
Marc Almond,
Quadrant,
Guru Guru,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Kinks,
Glenn Branca,
Gang of Four,
Ultimate Spinach,
kango's stein massive,
The Buckinghams,
Alphaville,
The Toasters,
The Count Five,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Goldenarms,
Arthur Verocai,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Associates,
Nas,
Zero Boys,
Grandmaster Flash,
Joyce Sims,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Laurel Aitken,
The Durutti Column,
X-101,
Joe Smooth,
The J.B.'s,
Johnny Clarke,
Jeff Mills,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
DJ Sneak,
The Mojo Men,
Prince Buster,
The Fugs,
The Sonics,
Radiohead,
Television Personalities,
Bill Near,
Skriet,
New Age Steppers,
The Monochrome Set,
David McCallum,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Alton Ellis,
Soul II Soul,
Fluxion,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.