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 Japan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Brothers Johnson to the electroclash 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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
D'Angelo,
Quando Quango,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Spoonie Gee,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ludus,
Whodini,
Chris Corsano,
The United States of America,
Fat Boys,
Graham Central Station,
Motorama,
Quantec,
The Red Krayola,
Neu!,
Brothers Johnson,
Kas Product,
The Pretty Things,
The Monks,
The Index,
Fluxion,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Wings,
The Five Americans,
UT,
Crooked Eye,
Kevin Saunderson,
Scratch Acid,
the Human League,
The Motions,
Bauhaus,
Grauzone,
Zero Boys,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tres Demented,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gang Green,
Dorothy Ashby,
Matthew Bourne,
Sonic Youth,
Stereo Dub,
Al Stewart,
Jawbox,
The Evens,
Jeff Lynne,
The Beau Brummels,
Technova,
Rekid,
Au Pairs,
The Gories,
Spandau Ballet,
FM Einheit,
Rites of Spring,
T. Rex,
Y Pants,
Quadrant,
Rufus Thomas,
Loose Ends,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The American Breed,
Harry Pussy,
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You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
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