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 Venezuela 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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 harpsichord 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 The Fire Engines to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Tres Demented,
Dawn Penn,
A Certain Ratio,
Pussy Galore,
Bill Near,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rotary Connection,
T.S.O.L.,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Techniques,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Colin Newman,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Erykah Badu,
The Cure,
Davy DMX,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jacques Brel,
Pantytec,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Matthew Halsall,
Letta Mbulu,
Pierre Henry,
Wasted Youth,
Prince Buster,
Howard Jones,
Icehouse,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mandrill,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Vainqueur,
Bill Wells,
Nas,
KRS-One,
Brothers Johnson,
Erasure,
Susan Cadogan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jerry's Kids,
Au Pairs,
Dave Gahan,
Joy Division,
Tubeway Army,
Kool Moe Dee,
Neil Young,
X-101,
Gerry Rafferty,
Wings,
Mad Mike,
Wire,
The Gories,
Pulsallama,
Rakim,
The Wake,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.