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 Japan and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Hong Kong.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Bush Tetras,
Subhumans,
Leonard Cohen,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Gladiators,
10cc,
Vladislav Delay,
John Lydon,
The Blackbyrds,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Junior Murvin,
Grauzone,
Ultra Naté,
X-Ray Spex,
Oneida,
Young Marble Giants,
The Wake,
Country Teasers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dual Sessions,
Chris & Cosey,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kerri Chandler,
Tim Buckley,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Magma,
The Slackers,
The Standells,
Charles Mingus,
Soul II Soul,
Model 500,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Faraquet,
The Invisible,
Cluster,
The Sound,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Seeds,
Buzzcocks,
Zero Boys,
The Smoke,
Michelle Simonal,
Severed Heads,
Iggy Pop,
John Cale,
AZ,
The Slits,
Man Eating Sloth,
A Certain Ratio,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gregory Isaacs,
John Holt,
The Barracudas,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Vogues,
Pussy Galore,
Fatback Band,
Index,
Roxy Music,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.