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 Latvia and from Portland.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 marimba 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 Mo-Dettes to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Animal Collective,
Wire,
Juan Atkins,
Sällskapet,
John Foxx,
The Slackers,
Rod Modell,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cameo,
Crispy Ambulance,
Neu!,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lower 48,
Wally Richardson,
June of 44,
Marc Almond,
Public Image Ltd.,
Moby Grape,
Gang Green,
The Detroit Cobras,
Hasil Adkins,
the Slits,
Pantaleimon,
Roxy Music,
Black Bananas,
Kayak,
Joy Division,
R.M.O.,
Nirvana,
Gichy Dan,
Jacques Brel,
Eric B and Rakim,
Charles Mingus,
Jesper Dahlback,
Average White Band,
Harry Pussy,
Japan,
Boz Scaggs,
Das Ding,
Tropical Tobacco,
Clear Light,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nico,
The Cure,
Tubeway Army,
Brothers Johnson,
The Searchers,
Motorama,
Crash Course in Science,
Jacob Miller,
Eli Mardock,
Talk Talk,
Tommy Roe,
Jeru the Damaja,
Soul II Soul,
New Order,
Cymande,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
OOIOO,
Cluster,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.