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 Colombia and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Marmalade to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Camouflage,
Crime,
FM Einheit,
Rakim,
Das Ding,
Monolake,
Nico,
Gang of Four,
Fat Boys,
Monks,
Popol Vuh,
Tears for Fears,
The Gun Club,
Organ,
The Litter,
Erykah Badu,
Crooked Eye,
Silicon Teens,
Max Romeo,
Delon & Dalcan,
Godley & Creme,
The Music Machine,
Au Pairs,
Matthew Bourne,
Sällskapet,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Selecter,
Wasted Youth,
Sarah Menescal,
Amazonics,
Gang Gang Dance,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Desert Stars,
Spoonie Gee,
Robert Görl,
Faust,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Cowsills,
Marvin Gaye,
ABC,
The Tremeloes,
ABBA,
Fugazi,
Deadbeat,
Glenn Branca,
Sparks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eric Copeland,
The Durutti Column,
The Human League,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Technova,
Robert Wyatt,
Fatback Band,
UT,
Jeff Mills,
Banda Bassotti,
Black Moon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.