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 Jordan and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Delhi.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Easy Going to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Joe Smooth,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
John Holt,
Ornette Coleman,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bizarre Inc.,
La Düsseldorf,
Vainqueur,
Outsiders,
Blossom Toes,
The Star Department,
Michelle Simonal,
New York Dolls,
Fluxion,
Anakelly,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Hasil Adkins,
Ken Boothe,
The Gladiators,
Wasted Youth,
DNA,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Eve St. Jones,
Negative Approach,
H. Thieme,
Faust,
Johnny Osbourne,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Swans,
Scan 7,
OOIOO,
Delta 5,
Alison Limerick,
Babytalk,
The Fortunes,
Donny Hathaway,
Mars,
Jacob Miller,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Tommy Roe,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mantronix,
T. Rex,
Lalann,
Monks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pylon,
Donald Byrd,
Grey Daturas,
Theoretical Girls,
The Neon Judgement,
Depeche Mode,
Sparks,
Chris Corsano,
Duran Duran,
Delon & Dalcan,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.