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 Kosovo and from Houston.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 chamberlin 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Jerry's Kids,
Carl Craig,
David Bowie,
Loose Ends,
The Music Machine,
Soft Machine,
Easy Going,
Byron Stingily,
The Tremeloes,
Yellowson,
The Blackbyrds,
Derrick Morgan,
K-Klass,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Dead C,
Aaron Thompson,
Cybotron,
The Real Kids,
Derrick May,
Tom Boy,
Patti Smith,
June of 44,
Kerrie Biddell,
Drexciya,
Porter Ricks,
Half Japanese,
Unwound,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Schoolly D,
the Normal,
Niagra,
Con Funk Shun,
Pet Shop Boys,
Camouflage,
Crash Course in Science,
Robert Hood,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jeff Mills,
Pierre Henry,
Hot Snakes,
The Mojo Men,
R.M.O.,
Gang Starr,
Eddi Front,
John Coltrane,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Nirvana,
Lindisfarne,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Thompson Twins,
Jeff Lynne,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Swans,
Gichy Dan,
X-101,
The Busters,
Bluetip,
Terrestrial Tones,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.