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 Jordan and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 marimba 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 Sight & Sound to the jazz 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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
These Immortal Souls,
Bobby Byrd,
Minor Threat,
Alison Limerick,
The Count Five,
Gil Scott Heron,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Godley & Creme,
Mars,
Drive Like Jehu,
Stockholm Monsters,
Soft Machine,
Chrome,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Girls At Our Best!,
T. Rex,
Stiv Bators,
Soul Sonic Force,
Deakin,
L. Decosne,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gong,
Frankie Knuckles,
Archie Shepp,
Boredoms,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Glambeats Corp.,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Minutemen,
Intrusion,
Roxette,
Model 500,
Tommy Roe,
Reuben Wilson,
Flipper,
Das Ding,
June of 44,
The Victims,
Lebanon Hanover,
Marine Girls,
The Mummies,
Cameo,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Normal,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Unrelated Segments,
Pere Ubu,
Henry Cow,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kerri Chandler,
Icehouse,
Gang Green,
Chris & Cosey,
Vladislav Delay,
Subhumans,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.