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 Serbia and from Jakarta.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 The Human League 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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan 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 harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
OOIOO,
The Five Americans,
Sun Ra,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sparks,
Idris Muhammad,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Archie Shepp,
The Zeros,
Kas Product,
The Residents,
The Neon Judgement,
Quadrant,
New Age Steppers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Con Funk Shun,
Slick Rick,
Adolescents,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rakim,
the Germs,
Glambeats Corp.,
June Days,
Dennis Brown,
Colin Newman,
Second Layer,
Suburban Knight,
The Monochrome Set,
Lakeside,
the Human League,
Black Sheep,
Kurtis Blow,
Barry Ungar,
Yazoo,
The American Breed,
Panda Bear,
The Blues Magoos,
Hoover,
The Last Poets,
The Gories,
The Invisible,
Newcleus,
DNA,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ornette Coleman,
Pet Shop Boys,
Derrick Morgan,
X-102,
Pharoah Sanders,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Sonics,
Vladislav Delay,
Mantronix,
Black Pus,
New Order,
The Angels of Light,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Brand Nubian,
The Offenders,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.