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 Ukraine and from Columbus.
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 Bremen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Grandmaster Flash to the crunk 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 The Sound. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
L. Decosne,
Loose Ends,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gang Green,
Michelle Simonal,
Roxy Music,
Bluetip,
Lalann,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fela Kuti,
Jandek,
Alice Coltrane,
Barrington Levy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
CMW,
X-Ray Spex,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Minutemen,
Todd Terry,
Black Moon,
The Busters,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Yellowson,
Johnny Clarke,
Cameo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Dirtbombs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sexual Harrassment,
Dark Day,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Wally Richardson,
Warren Ellis,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Schoolly D,
Essential Logic,
Cal Tjader,
Fort Wilson Riot,
These Immortal Souls,
The Tremeloes,
The Happenings,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
X-101,
Icehouse,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Deadbeat,
John Lydon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Crime,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rekid,
Adolescents,
New Order,
ABBA,
Jesper Dahlback,
Black Flag,
Theoretical Girls,
Aaron Thompson,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.