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 Albania and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 guitar 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
The United States of America,
Surgeon,
Robert Wyatt,
B.T. Express,
Sandy B,
The Names,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Music Machine,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Electric Prunes,
David Axelrod,
U.S. Maple,
Quadrant,
The Trojans,
James White and The Blacks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Scratch Acid,
The Neon Judgement,
Isaac Hayes,
Grauzone,
Funky Four + One,
Dennis Brown,
Jawbox,
Brothers Johnson,
John Foxx,
The Pop Group,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nirvana,
Erasure,
The Smoke,
R.M.O.,
Depeche Mode,
Todd Terry,
Lou Christie,
The Index,
Das Ding,
Jacob Miller,
Henry Cow,
Bauhaus,
Robert Hood,
EPMD,
Massinfluence,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Gories,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Peter & Gordon,
DJ Style,
Clear Light,
Lungfish,
Chris & Cosey,
Spoonie Gee,
Joe Finger,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Divine Comedy,
the Germs,
Bad Manners,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.