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 Haiti and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 808 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 Soft Machine to the grime 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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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?
Alton Ellis,
Liliput,
Lalo Schifrin,
Chrome,
Babytalk,
Rod Modell,
Pagans,
This Heat,
Radiohead,
the Normal,
The Shadows of Knight,
Skarface,
Bizarre Inc.,
Carl Craig,
Mark Hollis,
Lalann,
the Association,
Livin' Joy,
Fad Gadget,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Robert Wyatt,
Basic Channel,
Graham Central Station,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Skriet,
The Young Rascals,
The Cramps,
Avey Tare,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jacob Miller,
Jawbox,
T.S.O.L.,
Excepter,
Barrington Levy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Crooked Eye,
Pussy Galore,
Niagra,
Stereo Dub,
Nick Fraelich,
The Wake,
The Music Machine,
The Doors,
Moss Icon,
Janne Schatter,
Maleditus Sound,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
ABBA,
AZ,
Ken Boothe,
Junior Murvin,
The Searchers,
Alison Limerick,
Lakeside,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Evens,
Eddi Front,
Massinfluence,
Zapp,
The Dirtbombs,
Nik Kershaw,
The Dead C,
The Seeds,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.