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 Rwanda and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Marvin Gaye to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
the Human League,
Marmalade,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
T.S.O.L.,
Marine Girls,
Blake Baxter,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Au Pairs,
Khruangbin,
Bootsy Collins,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Barracudas,
Harry Pussy,
Easy Going,
Gang of Four,
Boogie Down Productions,
Iggy Pop,
Judy Mowatt,
Oblivians,
Animal Collective,
Gong,
Aural Exciters,
Flash Fearless,
Suicide,
Scott Walker,
Whodini,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Moby Grape,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sun City Girls,
Ten City,
Fugazi,
Soul Sonic Force,
The J.B.'s,
X-102,
The Kinks,
June Days,
The Associates,
Simply Red,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kaleidoscope,
Oneida,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Erykah Badu,
Alphaville,
Outsiders,
The Monochrome Set,
Little Man,
the Sonics,
Jacob Miller,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kayak,
New Order,
Schoolly D,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.