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 Mexico and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Dawn Penn to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Warren Ellis,
Popol Vuh,
The Gap Band,
Yazoo,
Quantec,
Young Marble Giants,
Livin' Joy,
Chris Corsano,
Ohio Players,
Amon Düül,
Moss Icon,
X-101,
The Birthday Party,
Swell Maps,
Supertramp,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Aloha Tigers,
Mission of Burma,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tubeway Army,
Letta Mbulu,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Grass Roots,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rosa Yemen,
Eurythmics,
Banda Bassotti,
Con Funk Shun,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Donald Byrd,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Vogues,
The Smoke,
Japan,
Animal Collective,
The Golliwogs,
Technova,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Sonics,
Marvin Gaye,
Minny Pops,
Joy Division,
Sight & Sound,
Dennis Brown,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Star Department,
Deakin,
Jacob Miller,
Sixth Finger,
Shoche,
The Sound,
Vladislav Delay,
Black Moon,
Hoover,
Stiv Bators,
Harmonia,
Minnie Riperton,
Crispy Ambulance,
MC5,
Essential Logic,
Suburban Knight,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.