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 Malaysia and from Madrid.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Donald Fagen 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 Dark Day to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 the Normal. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Rekid,
Graham Central Station,
Alphaville,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Panda Bear,
Peter and Kerry,
Zapp,
Kevin Saunderson,
Public Enemy,
Rufus Thomas,
Ten City,
Albert Ayler,
the Soft Cell,
Schoolly D,
Matthew Bourne,
Zero Boys,
Robert Görl,
Subhumans,
Main Source,
The Pretty Things,
Oneida,
Sun Ra,
Rod Modell,
X-Ray Spex,
Boogie Down Productions,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Fire Engines,
The Trojans,
Bauhaus,
Dual Sessions,
Pussy Galore,
X-101,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Max Romeo,
Nick Fraelich,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eddi Front,
Second Layer,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mary Jane Girls,
Cymande,
Funky Four + One,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Arab on Radar,
Youth Brigade,
Delon & Dalcan,
Harmonia,
kango's stein massive,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Flash Fearless,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nas,
Whodini,
Ultra Naté,
Cybotron,
Gregory Isaacs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Erasure,
Man Parrish,
Lou Reed,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.