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 Argentina and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Edmonton.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Mojo Men to the jazz 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
New Order,
Morten Harket,
Stetsasonic,
Brass Construction,
Unwound,
The Sound,
The Vogues,
Babytalk,
Excepter,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Five Americans,
Stereo Dub,
Fear,
Laurel Aitken,
Lebanon Hanover,
Camouflage,
Urselle,
LL Cool J,
Ossler,
Surgeon,
The Index,
The Associates,
Suburban Knight,
Carl Craig,
Skriet,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sixth Finger,
Basic Channel,
Gang of Four,
The Gun Club,
Deepchord,
Pole,
Rekid,
The Buckinghams,
DJ Sneak,
MDC,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
New York Dolls,
The Names,
Prince Buster,
Flash Fearless,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Zeros,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Electric Prunes,
Cybotron,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Gladiators,
The Dirtbombs,
Bootsy Collins,
The Fire Engines,
Dead Boys,
Youth Brigade,
Hasil Adkins,
Model 500,
Fela Kuti,
The Mummies,
Byron Stingily,
Nik Kershaw,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.