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 Equatorial Guinea and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 chamberlin 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 DJ Sneak to the grime 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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Connie Case,
Ornette Coleman,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
F. McDonald,
Absolute Body Control,
Interpol,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Alton Ellis,
Sister Nancy,
Circle Jerks,
The New Christs,
AZ,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gregory Isaacs,
Youth Brigade,
Lalann,
Talk Talk,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Camouflage,
The Searchers,
The Human League,
Banda Bassotti,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Minutemen,
Hashim,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Aloha Tigers,
Funkadelic,
The Alarm Clocks,
Flash Fearless,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Selecter,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Black Dice,
10cc,
Tom Boy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sun City Girls,
Skriet,
Scott Walker,
Visage,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Monks,
Robert Görl,
Deepchord,
Flipper,
The Mummies,
Girls At Our Best!,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
48th St. Collective,
Rekid,
Saccharine Trust,
The Barracudas,
The Seeds,
Japan,
Mary Jane Girls,
Country Teasers,
Soft Machine,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.