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 Kenya and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 disco 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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Nas,
Susan Cadogan,
Au Pairs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Skaos,
The Standells,
The Evens,
Dual Sessions,
Yusef Lateef,
The Blues Magoos,
Ken Boothe,
Throbbing Gristle,
Model 500,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Sonics,
Sarah Menescal,
The Doors,
Sight & Sound,
EPMD,
Slave,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lou Christie,
Barry Ungar,
Dawn Penn,
The Index,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pantaleimon,
Altered Images,
Gregory Isaacs,
Black Flag,
Glambeats Corp.,
ABC,
Von Mondo,
Subhumans,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
John Foxx,
Basic Channel,
Kas Product,
Visage,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gong,
F. McDonald,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Invisible,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Fire Engines,
Make Up,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
kango's stein massive,
The Real Kids,
Electric Prunes,
Dead Boys,
Wire,
Erykah Badu,
Mo-Dettes,
Wally Richardson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tom Boy,
Flamin' Groovies,
FM Einheit,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.