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 Cameroon and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 güiro 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 Das Ding to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Wasted Youth,
The Happenings,
Tim Buckley,
Echospace,
Man Parrish,
The Stooges,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Saints,
Gang Starr,
MC5,
Black Flag,
Quadrant,
Severed Heads,
Supertramp,
K-Klass,
Wire,
Joe Smooth,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eurythmics,
Accadde A,
Easy Going,
Gabor Szabo,
Parry Music,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Cowsills,
Jacob Miller,
Alton Ellis,
Warsaw,
Anthony Braxton,
Dark Day,
Ultravox,
Country Teasers,
Silicon Teens,
Scrapy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Martian,
Suburban Knight,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sugar Minott,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Smiths,
Albert Ayler,
Arthur Verocai,
Q65,
Marine Girls,
Bootsy Collins,
The Neon Judgement,
Sun City Girls,
World's Most,
Bang On A Can,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Gories,
X-102,
Kevin Saunderson,
Von Mondo,
Symarip,
Fugazi,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.