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 Tuvalu and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 organ 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the electroclash 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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Gang Starr,
Thompson Twins,
Lucky Dragons,
The Fortunes,
Reagan Youth,
James White and The Blacks,
Jeff Mills,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Davy DMX,
Dorothy Ashby,
ABBA,
The Fall,
Fugazi,
Unwound,
Sun City Girls,
Arab on Radar,
Masters at Work,
Rotary Connection,
Electric Prunes,
Chris & Cosey,
Max Romeo,
Youth Brigade,
DJ Sneak,
Jesper Dahlback,
Cameo,
Nas,
Pantytec,
Organ,
Deadbeat,
Roger Hodgson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
UT,
Swell Maps,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Warsaw,
Bad Manners,
Junior Murvin,
Oneida,
Hashim,
Franke,
ABC,
Little Man,
K-Klass,
Reuben Wilson,
Grauzone,
Tres Demented,
Sex Pistols,
Lower 48,
Absolute Body Control,
Basic Channel,
Graham Central Station,
Radio Birdman,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Black Bananas,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Accadde A,
The Golliwogs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nico,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.