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 Gambia and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Taipei.
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 linndrum 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Todd Rundgren,
Whodini,
Negative Approach,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Reuben Wilson,
Graham Central Station,
The Five Americans,
Unwound,
X-Ray Spex,
Funky Four + One,
Public Image Ltd.,
Agent Orange,
Cal Tjader,
The Remains,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ten City,
John Lydon,
The Golliwogs,
Newcleus,
Tubeway Army,
Main Source,
Charles Mingus,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sixth Finger,
Interpol,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Freddie Wadling,
Soul Sonic Force,
David Axelrod,
The Associates,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Make Up,
X-101,
Chris Corsano,
The Tremeloes,
Max Romeo,
10cc,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mad Mike,
Inner City,
John Coltrane,
The Fuzztones,
Skriet,
Q65,
DJ Sneak,
Deepchord,
The New Christs,
The Raincoats,
Ornette Coleman,
Tomorrow,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bill Near,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nik Kershaw,
Bizarre Inc.,
Anakelly,
The Martian,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.