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 Egypt 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Marvin Gaye to the funk 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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
New York Dolls,
Tears for Fears,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Moleskins,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pussy Galore,
Black Sheep,
Scott Walker,
Shuggie Otis,
David McCallum,
Derrick May,
Yaz,
Von Mondo,
Roger Hodgson,
The Slackers,
Man Parrish,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Grey Daturas,
The Birthday Party,
Eddi Front,
Monolake,
Soulsonic Force,
Rosa Yemen,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Morten Harket,
Electric Prunes,
K-Klass,
Essential Logic,
Quantec,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Niagra,
The Skatalites,
Frankie Knuckles,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Gladiators,
Nas,
The Remains,
Magma,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sun Ra,
Second Layer,
Radio Birdman,
The Cure,
Prince Buster,
The Pop Group,
Hot Snakes,
Pantaleimon,
The Selecter,
Grauzone,
Mantronix,
Soft Cell,
David Bowie,
Basic Channel,
Alphaville,
Thee Headcoats,
Bob Dylan,
Heaven 17,
Janne Schatter,
Lightning Bolt,
Howard Jones,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.