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 Luxembourg and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Sao Paulo.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Delta 5 to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Black Dice record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Moss Icon,
The Red Krayola,
Deadbeat,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The New Christs,
The Fire Engines,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dead Boys,
Minny Pops,
Supertramp,
Archie Shepp,
Eric Copeland,
The Human League,
Dave Gahan,
Amon Düül,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kurtis Blow,
Alison Limerick,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Procol Harum,
Intrusion,
F. McDonald,
Ohio Players,
Maleditus Sound,
K-Klass,
Metal Thangz,
The Martian,
Sparks,
Jeff Lynne,
Reuben Wilson,
Gichy Dan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Black Pus,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Basic Channel,
Loose Ends,
Judy Mowatt,
The Evens,
Sex Pistols,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lyres,
Index,
David Bowie,
Lalann,
Al Stewart,
Chris Corsano,
The Slackers,
Moby Grape,
Deakin,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Joe Smooth,
Animal Collective,
Inner City,
Grey Daturas,
Rotary Connection,
Main Source,
The Trojans,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sixth Finger,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Motorama,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.