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 Fiji and from Portland.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Aural Exciters to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
DJ Style,
Gang Starr,
Freddie Wadling,
E-Dancer,
Davy DMX,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
CMW,
Ten City,
Ituana,
Royal Trux,
Mr. Review,
The Doors,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Yusef Lateef,
Symarip,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ronan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Accadde A,
the Fania All-Stars,
Little Man,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Fuzztones,
Donny Hathaway,
The Motions,
Eurythmics,
Neil Young,
Faust,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Maleditus Sound,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Camberwell Now,
Fatback Band,
Morten Harket,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Metal Thangz,
Skriet,
Unrelated Segments,
Joensuu 1685,
Barbara Tucker,
The Dirtbombs,
Minny Pops,
Mo-Dettes,
X-101,
Connie Case,
The Mojo Men,
Gang Green,
Derrick Morgan,
Panda Bear,
Crime,
U.S. Maple,
Black Pus,
The Velvet Underground,
Pet Shop Boys,
Steve Hackett,
Blossom Toes,
Ultravox,
Rotary Connection,
Mark Hollis,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.