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 Senegal and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 linndrum 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 Pylon to the dance 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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Carl Craig,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Essential Logic,
Lou Reed,
Arthur Verocai,
Jeru the Damaja,
John Cale,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Young Marble Giants,
The Misunderstood,
Jeff Mills,
Chris Corsano,
Khruangbin,
Brothers Johnson,
Funkadelic,
Zapp,
David McCallum,
Bluetip,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Slackers,
Television Personalities,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Smiths,
Massinfluence,
The American Breed,
Gang Starr,
The Blackbyrds,
Swans,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bad Manners,
Inner City,
Desert Stars,
Don Cherry,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Freddie Wadling,
Motorama,
Lalo Schifrin,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
LL Cool J,
Blake Baxter,
Lightning Bolt,
Scan 7,
The Trojans,
Boz Scaggs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marc Almond,
Todd Terry,
Nas,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Blossom Toes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Trumans Water,
Drexciya,
The Mummies,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Joyce Sims,
Index,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.