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 Uzbekistan and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Oblivians,
Prince Buster,
10cc,
Clear Light,
Bob Dylan,
Siglo XX,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Brass Construction,
Donald Byrd,
Franke,
Grey Daturas,
Brand Nubian,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Davy DMX,
Peter & Gordon,
X-101,
Quando Quango,
Eurythmics,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nik Kershaw,
The Five Americans,
Cluster,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Agent Orange,
Second Layer,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Frankie Knuckles,
Skaos,
the Soft Cell,
Groovy Waters,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Wings,
Flipper,
Kas Product,
Al Stewart,
Warsaw,
The Shadows of Knight,
Soul II Soul,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lower 48,
the Association,
CMW,
E-Dancer,
Liliput,
Andrew Hill,
Rotary Connection,
Letta Mbulu,
The Remains,
Vladislav Delay,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Music Machine,
The Durutti Column,
Godley & Creme,
Ice-T,
The Selecter,
Thompson Twins,
Swell Maps,
Black Flag,
Sparks,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.