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 Equatorial Guinea and from Manila.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Eli Mardock to the grime 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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Dennis Brown,
The Dead C,
Stiv Bators,
Bobby Womack,
Pharoah Sanders,
Roy Ayers,
Idris Muhammad,
Kool Moe Dee,
Connie Case,
Josef K,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Blues Magoos,
Eddi Front,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
X-102,
Ken Boothe,
Q65,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
These Immortal Souls,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Siglo XX,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Flash Fearless,
Smog,
Khruangbin,
Marvin Gaye,
Hoover,
Sandy B,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pierre Henry,
Carl Craig,
Subhumans,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Durutti Column,
Grey Daturas,
The Cowsills,
Funky Four + One,
Ornette Coleman,
Masters at Work,
The Dave Clark Five,
Icehouse,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Scott Walker,
Boredoms,
Derrick Morgan,
Soulsonic Force,
Ralphi Rosario,
Dead Boys,
The Smiths,
Grauzone,
Intrusion,
Maleditus Sound,
China Crisis,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
David Bowie,
It's A Beautiful Day,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.