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 Mali 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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 organ 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 Echospace to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
the Association,
Von Mondo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tomorrow,
Circle Jerks,
Moss Icon,
James White and The Blacks,
Sandy B,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Skatalites,
Skriet,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Excepter,
The Motions,
Lindisfarne,
Donald Byrd,
The Index,
Ronan,
Radio Birdman,
Roy Ayers,
The Electric Prunes,
Minny Pops,
Sugar Minott,
Subhumans,
the Sonics,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kerrie Biddell,
Metal Thangz,
The Evens,
Black Sheep,
Interpol,
Newcleus,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Massinfluence,
The Offenders,
The Zeros,
Popol Vuh,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Erykah Badu,
The Black Dice,
Parry Music,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Standells,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mo-Dettes,
Peter and Kerry,
Neil Young,
Prince Buster,
Black Moon,
Gil Scott Heron,
Simply Red,
Stereo Dub,
Cybotron,
ABC,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Public Enemy,
The Doobie Brothers,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Move,
Dawn Penn,
Pagans,
Boz Scaggs,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.