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 South Africa and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the rock 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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Letta Mbulu,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Barbara Tucker,
The Dirtbombs,
Grauzone,
Neil Young,
The Litter,
Aswad,
Siglo XX,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Joey Negro,
Cymande,
Harpers Bizarre,
Donald Byrd,
Iggy Pop,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Smog,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Mojo Men,
The Move,
B.T. Express,
The Leaves,
Neu!,
Inner City,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kerrie Biddell,
Circle Jerks,
The Toasters,
cv313,
The Slits,
Radiopuhelimet,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Motions,
Pulsallama,
Wire,
The J.B.'s,
DJ Style,
Technova,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Dave Clark Five,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
T. Rex,
Archie Shepp,
Franke,
Rod Modell,
Desert Stars,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eurythmics,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Simply Red,
Y Pants,
Connie Case,
Ultra Naté,
Bob Dylan,
Thompson Twins,
Chris & Cosey,
Nico,
Soft Cell,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.