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 Costa Rica and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Lou Reed 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 Ultra Naté to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Marcia Griffiths,
Popol Vuh,
Sound Behaviour,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lightning Bolt,
Vladislav Delay,
The Index,
Lalann,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cabaret Voltaire,
D'Angelo,
Infiniti,
Harmonia,
E-Dancer,
Los Fastidios,
Rotary Connection,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
World's Most,
Colin Newman,
Eddi Front,
Johnny Osbourne,
Stetsasonic,
Lindisfarne,
Qualms,
Nirvana,
In Retrospect,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Maurizio,
These Immortal Souls,
The Skatalites,
The Blues Magoos,
The Birthday Party,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
OOIOO,
Icehouse,
Quando Quango,
Trumans Water,
Arthur Verocai,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Alton Ellis,
Todd Terry,
Sixth Finger,
Pierre Henry,
The Evens,
The Music Machine,
Black Sheep,
Babytalk,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ponytail,
The Slackers,
The Modern Lovers,
Rapeman,
Clear Light,
Amon Düül,
DNA,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pulsallama,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.