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 Bahamas and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Cybotron to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a linndrum and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Move,
the Slits,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Flash Fearless,
Yazoo,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
B.T. Express,
Fort Wilson Riot,
U.S. Maple,
The Residents,
Iggy Pop,
the Association,
cv313,
Crash Course in Science,
Simply Red,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Theoretical Girls,
a-ha,
Bang On A Can,
Babytalk,
The Sonics,
Susan Cadogan,
Bill Wells,
The Pop Group,
Beasts of Bourbon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Throbbing Gristle,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Black Sheep,
This Heat,
D'Angelo,
Kerrie Biddell,
Boz Scaggs,
Cluster,
The Fall,
Bobby Byrd,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sex Pistols,
Average White Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tears for Fears,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Godley & Creme,
Bluetip,
Donny Hathaway,
Mission of Burma,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Nirvana,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Silicon Teens,
Hashim,
KRS-One,
The Young Rascals,
A Certain Ratio,
Robert Görl,
Danielle Patucci,
Ronnie Foster,
The Golliwogs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Terry Callier,
Crooked Eye,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.