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 Uzbekistan and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Busters to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an organ and a sitar 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 arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Sugar Minott,
Icehouse,
Los Fastidios,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fela Kuti,
John Holt,
Japan,
Rakim,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cluster,
Audionom,
Junior Murvin,
Country Teasers,
Cymande,
Animal Collective,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Names,
Avey Tare,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Move,
The Leaves,
Chris & Cosey,
Joensuu 1685,
Alton Ellis,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Real Kids,
One Last Wish,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Young Rascals,
The Smoke,
Jeff Mills,
Brothers Johnson,
Eric B and Rakim,
Radiohead,
Andrew Hill,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Subhumans,
The Techniques,
DJ Style,
ABC,
Soft Machine,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lungfish,
Black Flag,
The Standells,
Slick Rick,
The Martian,
PIL,
Maleditus Sound,
Rosa Yemen,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Thee Headcoats,
The Vogues,
Thompson Twins,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ralphi Rosario,
Dennis Brown,
The Slits,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.