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 Eritrea and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Mr. Review to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Aswad,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fatback Band,
The Young Rascals,
Mo-Dettes,
Brass Construction,
Donny Hathaway,
Massinfluence,
The Trojans,
Simply Red,
Scratch Acid,
Angry Samoans,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Colin Newman,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rhythm & Sound,
Easy Going,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Wake,
Sarah Menescal,
Crispy Ambulance,
Barrington Levy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Dirtbombs,
kango's stein massive,
DJ Style,
Tom Boy,
The Black Dice,
Supertramp,
Organ,
Nas,
LL Cool J,
Sun City Girls,
Subhumans,
Pylon,
the Swans,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pussy Galore,
Stetsasonic,
Tim Buckley,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Camouflage,
Juan Atkins,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kevin Saunderson,
Toni Rubio,
The Blues Magoos,
Andrew Hill,
Dead Boys,
The Slits,
Yellowson,
MDC,
Fluxion,
The Cure,
Blossom Toes,
Dawn Penn,
Soft Cell,
Rufus Thomas,
ABBA,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.