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 Romania and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 spring reverb 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 Bobby Byrd to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Lalo Schifrin,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Searchers,
The Doors,
Kas Product,
Deakin,
KRS-One,
A Certain Ratio,
Chris & Cosey,
Hardrive,
Visage,
Scan 7,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bob Dylan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sixth Finger,
Crash Course in Science,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Human League,
Marine Girls,
The Slackers,
Vainqueur,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
a-ha,
Junior Murvin,
Soul Sonic Force,
Soulsonic Force,
Average White Band,
The Invisible,
Freddie Wadling,
Second Layer,
Kaleidoscope,
Hashim,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
JFA,
Unrelated Segments,
Cecil Taylor,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Cowsills,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Crispy Ambulance,
Intrusion,
Can,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Funkadelic,
Todd Rundgren,
Man Parrish,
DJ Style,
Davy DMX,
David McCallum,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Model 500,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Golliwogs,
Radiohead,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.