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 Peru and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Tim Buckley to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
David Bowie,
Wally Richardson,
Andrew Hill,
Monolake,
Royal Trux,
Easy Going,
Dorothy Ashby,
Big Daddy Kane,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Suicide,
Dawn Penn,
The Shadows of Knight,
Model 500,
Eurythmics,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
KRS-One,
Boogie Down Productions,
Dead Boys,
Deepchord,
The Durutti Column,
Jacques Brel,
Nils Olav,
Arcadia,
Echospace,
Al Stewart,
Pharoah Sanders,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Slackers,
Tim Buckley,
Nirvana,
Roxette,
The Walker Brothers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Janne Schatter,
The Count Five,
The Velvet Underground,
EPMD,
Guru Guru,
Bush Tetras,
Sister Nancy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fatback Band,
The Evens,
Bobby Womack,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Invisible,
The Barracudas,
Newcleus,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Young Marble Giants,
Nico,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Fire Engines,
The Neon Judgement,
Excepter,
The Music Machine,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Organ,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Gap Band,
Black Moon,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.