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 Namibia and from London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 chamberlin 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 The Grass Roots to the funk 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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish 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?
Slick Rick,
Country Teasers,
The Zeros,
Scientists,
Althea and Donna,
The Pretty Things,
Rites of Spring,
Organ,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Angels of Light,
Agitation Free,
Chris Corsano,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Hasil Adkins,
Loose Ends,
Lakeside,
The Sound,
The Neon Judgement,
Donny Hathaway,
The Mummies,
Au Pairs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bobby Womack,
K-Klass,
Unrelated Segments,
Yellowson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Slits,
Blancmange,
Tears for Fears,
Bush Tetras,
Ponytail,
The Evens,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Brothers Johnson,
Minny Pops,
Chris & Cosey,
Traffic Nightmare,
Graham Central Station,
Roxy Music,
Malaria!,
Radio Birdman,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Motions,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Supertramp,
Rapeman,
Section 25,
The Litter,
Marc Almond,
Erasure,
Aural Exciters,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Freddie Wadling,
The Smiths,
Sonny Sharrock,
Barbara Tucker,
Kurtis Blow,
Dead Boys,
UT,
The Real Kids,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.