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 Togo and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Milan.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Rakim to the grime 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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Grauzone,
Public Enemy,
Mo-Dettes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Harpers Bizarre,
John Lydon,
Sällskapet,
Anakelly,
Robert Wyatt,
DNA,
ABC,
Wasted Youth,
Sixth Finger,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gang Green,
Bronski Beat,
the Bar-Kays,
Blancmange,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Swans,
MC5,
Q65,
Flash Fearless,
Neil Young,
Radiohead,
Model 500,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
D'Angelo,
Dave Gahan,
Anthony Braxton,
The Move,
Loose Ends,
Roxette,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Flipper,
The Raincoats,
The Cramps,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
China Crisis,
Crash Course in Science,
Roxy Music,
James White and The Blacks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Gladiators,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
Franke,
Sun City Girls,
Chris & Cosey,
This Heat,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ice-T,
The Wake,
Arcadia,
Traffic Nightmare,
Young Marble Giants,
Drive Like Jehu,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Gun Club,
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.