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 Sri Lanka and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Piero Umiliani to the punk 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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
UT,
The Blues Magoos,
The Knickerbockers,
Quantec,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
DJ Style,
Bob Dylan,
John Coltrane,
Main Source,
The Zeros,
The Sound,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Litter,
Surgeon,
Bill Wells,
Simply Red,
Bronski Beat,
Gang Starr,
Pulsallama,
Tomorrow,
Ronnie Foster,
Morten Harket,
The Remains,
Minny Pops,
MDC,
ABC,
Avey Tare,
Gregory Isaacs,
Echospace,
Junior Murvin,
Kevin Saunderson,
Supertramp,
Duran Duran,
Amazonics,
Fatback Band,
The Velvet Underground,
Parry Music,
Funkadelic,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Moleskins,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Faraquet,
Alice Coltrane,
Pole,
The Searchers,
Howard Jones,
Ohio Players,
Massinfluence,
Sixth Finger,
Lalann,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Wolf Eyes,
Hardrive,
The Names,
Maurizio,
Rosa Yemen,
Camberwell Now,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Chris & Cosey,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jeff Mills,
The Moody Blues,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.