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 Georgia and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 mellotron 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 Guru Guru to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Man Parrish,
Roger Hodgson,
The Trojans,
X-102,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Don Cherry,
Laurel Aitken,
OOIOO,
EPMD,
Newcleus,
Index,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sandy B,
Gerry Rafferty,
John Coltrane,
Banda Bassotti,
Interpol,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nation of Ulysses,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Duran Duran,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bronski Beat,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Alton Ellis,
Dark Day,
Surgeon,
Kerrie Biddell,
Maleditus Sound,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Bar-Kays,
New Order,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Last Poets,
Audionom,
Michelle Simonal,
Amazonics,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jacob Miller,
cv313,
Public Enemy,
Alison Limerick,
Sister Nancy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bootsy Collins,
Kurtis Blow,
the Swans,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Japan,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Angels of Light,
The Grass Roots,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Deadbeat,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.