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 Zambia and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Livin' Joy to the crunk 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 The Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Hashim,
Roxy Music,
These Immortal Souls,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Chris Corsano,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bush Tetras,
Terry Callier,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gong,
Television Personalities,
Sällskapet,
Ken Boothe,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Smoke,
Youth Brigade,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kayak,
The Gun Club,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Spoonie Gee,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jeff Mills,
Harpers Bizarre,
Joyce Sims,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Isaac Hayes,
Sarah Menescal,
The Angels of Light,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eddi Front,
Slick Rick,
James White and The Blacks,
Susan Cadogan,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Visage,
Blake Baxter,
Maleditus Sound,
Yusef Lateef,
Dennis Brown,
Blancmange,
Drexciya,
The Invisible,
Dave Gahan,
Lyres,
Dorothy Ashby,
Black Pus,
Barry Ungar,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gang Green,
E-Dancer,
Scientists,
The Sound,
Gang Starr,
Kaleidoscope,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Half Japanese,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Liliput,
Fat Boys,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.