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 Mexico and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Music Machine to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rekid,
Soul Sonic Force,
Barrington Levy,
Mark Hollis,
Rakim,
Soul II Soul,
Gang Starr,
The Wake,
H. Thieme,
The Knickerbockers,
The Blackbyrds,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lightning Bolt,
Siglo XX,
Pierre Henry,
Tears for Fears,
The Barracudas,
Con Funk Shun,
Nik Kershaw,
Accadde A,
Nils Olav,
The Red Krayola,
Visage,
Maleditus Sound,
Anakelly,
Jerry's Kids,
Tubeway Army,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Severed Heads,
Rites of Spring,
Sound Behaviour,
Lebanon Hanover,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Scientists,
LL Cool J,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Scott Walker,
Make Up,
Alison Limerick,
The Invisible,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Zapp,
MDC,
Bauhaus,
Second Layer,
Neil Young,
Joe Smooth,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eve St. Jones,
Kurtis Blow,
Radiohead,
The Blues Magoos,
Bill Wells,
John Coltrane,
Frankie Knuckles,
Hashim,
Max Romeo,
Fugazi,
Mary Jane Girls,
Robert Wyatt,
Khruangbin,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.