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 Nigeria and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Todd Terry to the jazz 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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Underground Resistance,
Nils Olav,
Lucky Dragons,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The American Breed,
Los Fastidios,
Country Teasers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nirvana,
Matthew Halsall,
48th St. Collective,
Roxy Music,
The Fuzztones,
Lakeside,
Intrusion,
Dave Gahan,
Depeche Mode,
Sonic Youth,
Bang On A Can,
Boredoms,
Zapp,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Last Poets,
The Monks,
Whodini,
Scott Walker,
The Music Machine,
Amon Düül,
The Monochrome Set,
Sound Behaviour,
Bootsy Collins,
Gang Starr,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Victims,
T. Rex,
Black Sheep,
A Certain Ratio,
Dennis Brown,
Soul Sonic Force,
Carl Craig,
The Smoke,
X-101,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Arab on Radar,
Quantec,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Harry Pussy,
Sam Rivers,
Prince Buster,
The Invisible,
Terrestrial Tones,
Danielle Patucci,
Skriet,
Kas Product,
The Cramps,
Colin Newman,
John Cale,
The Count Five,
Bauhaus,
The Fire Engines,
Mary Jane Girls,
Youth Brigade,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.