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 South Sudan and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 güiro 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 Mantronix to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Aswad,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sugar Minott,
Bush Tetras,
The Barracudas,
10cc,
Minny Pops,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Young Rascals,
The Sonics,
Brick,
The Slits,
Depeche Mode,
Moss Icon,
Terrestrial Tones,
Theoretical Girls,
Japan,
Sarah Menescal,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Parry Music,
The Gun Club,
Eric Dolphy,
Fad Gadget,
The Human League,
Lucky Dragons,
Echospace,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
FM Einheit,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Doors,
Jerry's Kids,
Animal Collective,
H. Thieme,
Suburban Knight,
These Immortal Souls,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Popol Vuh,
Jawbox,
The Remains,
Ten City,
John Coltrane,
Brand Nubian,
Nick Fraelich,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mary Jane Girls,
The American Breed,
Donald Byrd,
Unwound,
Piero Umiliani,
Robert Wyatt,
Das Ding,
Matthew Bourne,
Massinfluence,
Ultravox,
Nirvana,
Funky Four + One,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Malaria!,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.