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 Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 David Bowie 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 DNA to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nas,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Stooges,
Man Parrish,
Little Man,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Stetsasonic,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mars,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Hardrive,
Blossom Toes,
Tommy Roe,
Bobby Womack,
The Seeds,
The Moleskins,
Al Stewart,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Don Cherry,
Lightning Bolt,
Sun City Girls,
Dual Sessions,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gong,
Erykah Badu,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ice-T,
Mo-Dettes,
Warsaw,
Barclay James Harvest,
John Lydon,
Big Daddy Kane,
Arcadia,
Andrew Hill,
Con Funk Shun,
Gang Starr,
Dead Boys,
The Cure,
Soft Machine,
Goldenarms,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bauhaus,
The Fire Engines,
T.S.O.L.,
Fat Boys,
The Vogues,
Nik Kershaw,
Bang On A Can,
Rufus Thomas,
MC5,
Harry Pussy,
Donald Byrd,
Pussy Galore,
Jeru the Damaja,
John Foxx,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bush Tetras,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gichy Dan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Toni Rubio,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.