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 Delhi.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 güiro 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Swell Maps,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Subhumans,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lungfish,
The Names,
Bush Tetras,
Erasure,
Amon Düül,
ABC,
Banda Bassotti,
Aswad,
the Human League,
Ludus,
Trumans Water,
Al Stewart,
Lalann,
Can,
ABBA,
Fela Kuti,
Bizarre Inc.,
Dead Boys,
Dorothy Ashby,
Thee Headcoats,
Kerri Chandler,
Sound Behaviour,
Ten City,
Nils Olav,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gang of Four,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pulsallama,
Barrington Levy,
Malaria!,
Pylon,
L. Decosne,
Lyres,
David Bowie,
Steve Hackett,
The Seeds,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Soft Cell,
Camouflage,
Faust,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
John Coltrane,
The Star Department,
Todd Rundgren,
Minutemen,
The United States of America,
Henry Cow,
Johnny Clarke,
Johnny Osbourne,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Royal Trux,
Maleditus Sound,
The Red Krayola,
Nick Fraelich,
Carl Craig,
Curtis Mayfield,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.