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 Comoros and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock 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 synthesizer 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 Bang On A Can to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Ossler,
Aural Exciters,
Tomorrow,
Alice Coltrane,
Chris & Cosey,
The Vogues,
Negative Approach,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Davy DMX,
Hot Snakes,
Zero Boys,
Tropical Tobacco,
Nils Olav,
Donald Byrd,
David Axelrod,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Technova,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Dirtbombs,
Skriet,
Glenn Branca,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Agitation Free,
Wally Richardson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Agent Orange,
Stetsasonic,
The Cure,
The Star Department,
The Saints,
Drive Like Jehu,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sandy B,
The Toasters,
Quando Quango,
Little Man,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ornette Coleman,
Fad Gadget,
The Index,
Cymande,
Pharoah Sanders,
Carl Craig,
Jeff Mills,
Scientists,
Fluxion,
Barbara Tucker,
Panda Bear,
Scion,
Man Parrish,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Joey Negro,
Gichy Dan,
Minny Pops,
Fugazi,
Roxy Music,
the Association,
cv313,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.