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 Syria and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Maurizio to the grime 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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Robert Wyatt,
Sight & Sound,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kaleidoscope,
Warsaw,
Darondo,
Fatback Band,
cv313,
The Young Rascals,
Minutemen,
Erykah Badu,
Ludus,
Ken Boothe,
The Residents,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Scientists,
Inner City,
Marine Girls,
Youth Brigade,
Clear Light,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Scan 7,
Bill Wells,
The Remains,
Black Sheep,
Second Layer,
Wolf Eyes,
Harry Pussy,
Moebius,
Soul II Soul,
X-102,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rod Modell,
Harmonia,
ABC,
the Germs,
Skarface,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Index,
The Buckinghams,
Parry Music,
Agent Orange,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
R.M.O.,
Hoover,
Yellowson,
Popol Vuh,
Procol Harum,
Roy Ayers,
Monks,
Oblivians,
Roxy Music,
Radiohead,
Q and Not U,
Heaven 17,
Kenny Larkin,
Icehouse,
Swell Maps,
L. Decosne,
Amazonics,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.