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 Namibia and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Calgary.
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 Lou Reed 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 Josef K to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Buzzcocks,
Joey Negro,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Grass Roots,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Q and Not U,
Silicon Teens,
Half Japanese,
Niagra,
Supertramp,
Deadbeat,
Donald Byrd,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Khruangbin,
Schoolly D,
Tears for Fears,
H. Thieme,
June Days,
Bill Near,
Steve Hackett,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ohio Players,
Robert Wyatt,
Pole,
Big Daddy Kane,
Nirvana,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Blues Magoos,
Malaria!,
Don Cherry,
kango's stein massive,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Dennis Brown,
Yazoo,
The Stooges,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Heaven 17,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Howard Jones,
The Saints,
Organ,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Toni Rubio,
Procol Harum,
The Skatalites,
Icehouse,
the Swans,
The Doobie Brothers,
Roy Ayers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Motions,
Metal Thangz,
A Certain Ratio,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Alison Limerick,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Skarface,
Drexciya,
The Evens,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.