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 Slovenia and from Houston.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Tremeloes to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Nirvana,
Arab on Radar,
Minor Threat,
Circle Jerks,
Kas Product,
Crispian St. Peters,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Essential Logic,
Colin Newman,
Letta Mbulu,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
David Axelrod,
Chrome,
Scrapy,
Whodini,
Amazonics,
Bad Manners,
Motorama,
Charles Mingus,
Panda Bear,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Searchers,
Bang On A Can,
Todd Terry,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lee Hazlewood,
L. Decosne,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Shoche,
Pylon,
Pere Ubu,
FM Einheit,
The Durutti Column,
Public Enemy,
B.T. Express,
Rod Modell,
Fugazi,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Yusef Lateef,
Con Funk Shun,
Brass Construction,
Alice Coltrane,
Rakim,
A Certain Ratio,
Nico,
Chris Corsano,
Sight & Sound,
Black Sheep,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Janne Schatter,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
John Coltrane,
Royal Trux,
8 Eyed Spy,
Hot Snakes,
CMW,
Thompson Twins,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Yaz,
Black Moon,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.