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 Colombia and from Mexico City.
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 Manila and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 harpsichord 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 David Bowie to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Remains,
Soulsonic Force,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jeff Mills,
Alice Coltrane,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Godley & Creme,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cybotron,
Cluster,
Alphaville,
The Music Machine,
Idris Muhammad,
The Flesh Eaters,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Last Poets,
Howard Jones,
Juan Atkins,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bill Wells,
The Monochrome Set,
Fear,
Pagans,
Tom Boy,
Harry Pussy,
Metal Thangz,
Soft Machine,
Erasure,
Ronnie Foster,
Funky Four + One,
The Dead C,
Barclay James Harvest,
Junior Murvin,
Fluxion,
The Residents,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sixth Finger,
These Immortal Souls,
Masters at Work,
Gang Green,
Nation of Ulysses,
Swell Maps,
The Alarm Clocks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
In Retrospect,
Robert Wyatt,
Adolescents,
Aaron Thompson,
Jacob Miller,
Skarface,
Pet Shop Boys,
AZ,
The United States of America,
Niagra,
Essential Logic,
Anthony Braxton,
Tears for Fears,
Soul II Soul,
Camouflage,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.