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 St Lucia and from London.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Count Five to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Flesh Eaters,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Talk Talk,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Absolute Body Control,
Rapeman,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Connie Case,
Bush Tetras,
David Axelrod,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Nik Kershaw,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Raincoats,
Jeff Lynne,
Agitation Free,
Hashim,
Harpers Bizarre,
U.S. Maple,
Vladislav Delay,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Yaz,
Man Eating Sloth,
X-101,
Radiohead,
The Divine Comedy,
OOIOO,
The Fire Engines,
Ten City,
In Retrospect,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Seeds,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Babytalk,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Aural Exciters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
DNA,
Aaron Thompson,
The Monks,
Faust,
Derrick Morgan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Swans,
Stereo Dub,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Soft Machine,
The Pretty Things,
Oneida,
Ken Boothe,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
Panda Bear,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Mummies,
Derrick May,
the Human League,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.