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 Tanzania and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 The Moody Blues to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Vogues,
The Black Dice,
The Count Five,
Minutemen,
The Remains,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Roxy Music,
Man Eating Sloth,
Soul II Soul,
the Normal,
The Pretty Things,
Boredoms,
Gil Scott Heron,
Suburban Knight,
Sixth Finger,
The Tremeloes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Birthday Party,
Rakim,
The Saints,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pet Shop Boys,
Duran Duran,
Pussy Galore,
Rosa Yemen,
Kurtis Blow,
Sight & Sound,
The Sonics,
Liliput,
Brothers Johnson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cybotron,
The Electric Prunes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Reuben Wilson,
Fad Gadget,
Hasil Adkins,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Pop Group,
Bootsy Collins,
Sandy B,
Buzzcocks,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Leaves,
Robert Hood,
The Grass Roots,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bush Tetras,
Black Flag,
Swell Maps,
Agitation Free,
Hot Snakes,
Suicide,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Motions,
Interpol,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Inner City,
Reagan Youth,
the Association,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.