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 Namibia and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Malaria! to the rap 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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Wally Richardson,
Quadrant,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eden Ahbez,
UT,
Funkadelic,
Matthew Halsall,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Last Poets,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Royal Trux,
Dave Gahan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Y Pants,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Carl Craig,
Nation of Ulysses,
Easy Going,
Marc Almond,
The Motions,
Aural Exciters,
Lucky Dragons,
Thompson Twins,
Scott Walker,
the Sonics,
Aswad,
Unrelated Segments,
Negative Approach,
John Cale,
Steve Hackett,
Terry Callier,
Rites of Spring,
Marshall Jefferson,
Skarface,
The Buckinghams,
Moss Icon,
Public Image Ltd.,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dawn Penn,
John Coltrane,
D'Angelo,
Joe Finger,
James White and The Blacks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sister Nancy,
Wings,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sight & Sound,
cv313,
Audionom,
Skaos,
Alice Coltrane,
Kurtis Blow,
Cluster,
Grauzone,
Theoretical Girls,
Sonic Youth,
Curtis Mayfield,
Man Eating Sloth,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.