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 Philippines and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Yaz,
Q65,
The Raincoats,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nico,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Smiths,
Byron Stingily,
Moebius,
Camberwell Now,
Eddi Front,
The J.B.'s,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Surgeon,
Porter Ricks,
Reagan Youth,
Donald Byrd,
E-Dancer,
Brass Construction,
Monks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bush Tetras,
Fela Kuti,
Andrew Hill,
Stiv Bators,
The Zeros,
Oblivians,
Althea and Donna,
June Days,
The Fuzztones,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Slick Rick,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Charles Mingus,
Model 500,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eve St. Jones,
Boz Scaggs,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Joy Division,
Moby Grape,
Cheater Slicks,
Los Fastidios,
Bronski Beat,
Terry Callier,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cabaret Voltaire,
New Age Steppers,
Blancmange,
Radiopuhelimet,
Marvin Gaye,
Gastr Del Sol,
Cecil Taylor,
The Last Poets,
Faust,
Ituana,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Black Moon,
The Five Americans,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.