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 Mali and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 snare 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 Wasted Youth to the grime 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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aswad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jeff Lynne,
The Alarm Clocks,
Smog,
Absolute Body Control,
Sight & Sound,
Rufus Thomas,
Flamin' Groovies,
Henry Cow,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nation of Ulysses,
Technova,
Section 25,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Buckinghams,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Parry Music,
Matthew Halsall,
Fad Gadget,
Charles Mingus,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Barracudas,
Glenn Branca,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Fugs,
Sam Rivers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bobby Womack,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Minnie Riperton,
L. Decosne,
John Cale,
Kerri Chandler,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
John Holt,
U.S. Maple,
Can,
Intrusion,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lindisfarne,
Accadde A,
Von Mondo,
Lalo Schifrin,
Public Image Ltd.,
Andrew Hill,
Oblivians,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Godley & Creme,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Grauzone,
Lebanon Hanover,
Marine Girls,
Spandau Ballet,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
Joyce Sims,
Con Funk Shun,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Electric Prunes,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.