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 Madagascar and from London.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Lakeside to the crunk 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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Sound,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Names,
Skarface,
Alice Coltrane,
Inner City,
Johnny Osbourne,
Arab on Radar,
Nico,
Tres Demented,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Von Mondo,
Jeff Mills,
Barbara Tucker,
A Certain Ratio,
Goldenarms,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Zero Boys,
Ohio Players,
Shoche,
Quantec,
Eric Copeland,
Porter Ricks,
Amon Düül,
Crooked Eye,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Japan,
Carl Craig,
Chrome,
The Velvet Underground,
Bush Tetras,
Kool Moe Dee,
The United States of America,
Arcadia,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dead Boys,
Flamin' Groovies,
New Age Steppers,
the Normal,
Duran Duran,
Mantronix,
The Moody Blues,
The Smoke,
Cal Tjader,
the Sonics,
Sparks,
Unwound,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Banda Bassotti,
Mad Mike,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Associates,
The New Christs,
Masters at Work,
Neu!,
Eve St. Jones,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.