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 Swaziland and from Delhi.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Young Rascals to the rock 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 The Wake. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Nik Kershaw,
The Young Rascals,
Erasure,
Little Man,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Cameo,
The Music Machine,
Whodini,
Brick,
Shoche,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Aloha Tigers,
Drexciya,
Jerry's Kids,
The Count Five,
Byron Stingily,
Panda Bear,
Unrelated Segments,
Anakelly,
Groovy Waters,
The Techniques,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Roxy Music,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
X-Ray Spex,
PIL,
Procol Harum,
Black Bananas,
The Victims,
Girls At Our Best!,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Barry Ungar,
Ponytail,
L. Decosne,
The J.B.'s,
Camberwell Now,
Animal Collective,
The Doobie Brothers,
Underground Resistance,
Eric B and Rakim,
Minnie Riperton,
The Sonics,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Neil Young,
Yellowson,
Sugar Minott,
Judy Mowatt,
The Misunderstood,
The Monochrome Set,
Prince Buster,
H. Thieme,
Circle Jerks,
Rosa Yemen,
Tim Buckley,
Bauhaus,
Silicon Teens,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Remains,
The Dave Clark Five,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.