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 Nauru and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Music Machine to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lyres,
Slave,
The Monks,
Fluxion,
Thee Headcoats,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nick Fraelich,
Negative Approach,
Boogie Down Productions,
Skriet,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Arab on Radar,
The United States of America,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lou Reed,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Shadows of Knight,
Radiohead,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ohio Players,
Patti Smith,
The Knickerbockers,
Cluster,
Barbara Tucker,
Bobby Sherman,
JFA,
Darondo,
Brand Nubian,
Isaac Hayes,
Section 25,
the Germs,
A Certain Ratio,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Neu!,
Harry Pussy,
The Move,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mandrill,
Nirvana,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fatback Band,
Q65,
Con Funk Shun,
Grey Daturas,
Dennis Brown,
Lindisfarne,
The Evens,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Joe Smooth,
Ralphi Rosario,
Minny Pops,
Camberwell Now,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Litter,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.