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 Tajikistan and from Bologna.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Sam Rivers to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Technova,
Jimmy McGriff,
Matthew Halsall,
Tres Demented,
Tom Boy,
Accadde A,
Youth Brigade,
Bobby Byrd,
Henry Cow,
Ice-T,
Lungfish,
Pole,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ultra Naté,
Kerrie Biddell,
Barbara Tucker,
Rapeman,
Los Fastidios,
Anakelly,
The Associates,
David Bowie,
Pagans,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Deepchord,
The Dirtbombs,
Roxette,
Vladislav Delay,
The Motions,
Stetsasonic,
Easy Going,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Walker Brothers,
Arcadia,
Alison Limerick,
Bang On A Can,
Eric B and Rakim,
Alton Ellis,
Lightning Bolt,
Barclay James Harvest,
Piero Umiliani,
Deakin,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Slits,
Con Funk Shun,
Scott Walker,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Young Rascals,
Bizarre Inc.,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Morten Harket,
E-Dancer,
X-101,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Heaven 17,
Crooked Eye,
Mad Mike,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.