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 Ghana and from New York.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Letta Mbulu to the techno 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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Alton Ellis,
Pere Ubu,
Youth Brigade,
FM Einheit,
The Knickerbockers,
Newcleus,
The Standells,
Byron Stingily,
Thompson Twins,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lindisfarne,
Minnie Riperton,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ornette Coleman,
The Red Krayola,
The Mojo Men,
The Smoke,
Con Funk Shun,
Gang of Four,
The Fortunes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eli Mardock,
Joensuu 1685,
Intrusion,
Fluxion,
Avey Tare,
Kayak,
Glenn Branca,
Tubeway Army,
Japan,
Brand Nubian,
The Electric Prunes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Patti Smith,
A Flock of Seagulls,
John Lydon,
The Saints,
The Buckinghams,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Fall,
The Slackers,
kango's stein massive,
Alphaville,
the Soft Cell,
Johnny Clarke,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Warsaw,
Porter Ricks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
L. Decosne,
Bang On A Can,
the Germs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nik Kershaw,
Graham Central Station,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mo-Dettes,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.