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 Ivory Coast and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 arpeggiator 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 Qualms to the grunge 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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Simply Red,
Kerri Chandler,
The Black Dice,
Rufus Thomas,
The Cure,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Desert Stars,
The Music Machine,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Black Sheep,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Livin' Joy,
Sun City Girls,
The Smoke,
The Modern Lovers,
Animal Collective,
The Monochrome Set,
Lee Hazlewood,
Amon Düül,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Normal,
Blake Baxter,
Eric Copeland,
Lucky Dragons,
Soulsonic Force,
Nas,
Agent Orange,
New Age Steppers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lakeside,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lebanon Hanover,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Glenn Branca,
La Düsseldorf,
The Cramps,
Judy Mowatt,
Minor Threat,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mission of Burma,
Wolf Eyes,
Alton Ellis,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Janne Schatter,
Spoonie Gee,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ituana,
Hoover,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sixth Finger,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Slackers,
Arthur Verocai,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ten City,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Amon Düül II,
New York Dolls,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Excepter,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.