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 Russia and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Aswad to the crunk 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Gichy Dan,
Lou Reed,
Josef K,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sonny Sharrock,
Camberwell Now,
Goldenarms,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eric Dolphy,
The J.B.'s,
The Selecter,
Hoover,
Scrapy,
Second Layer,
A Certain Ratio,
Ronan,
Cybotron,
Andrew Hill,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ohio Players,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Grass Roots,
Cheater Slicks,
Silicon Teens,
Charles Mingus,
Funkadelic,
DJ Style,
Pole,
Isaac Hayes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Radiohead,
Ten City,
The Walker Brothers,
The Misunderstood,
The Names,
The Smoke,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Joensuu 1685,
Crooked Eye,
The Star Department,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Gun Club,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Iggy Pop,
Subhumans,
Kayak,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dead Boys,
Tommy Roe,
Rakim,
The Velvet Underground,
Pantaleimon,
MC5,
World's Most,
David McCallum,
Mission of Burma,
The United States of America,
Jeru the Damaja,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.