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 Tanzania 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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 oboe 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 Hardrive to the rock 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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Yusef Lateef,
Cybotron,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Buzzcocks,
Whodini,
Boredoms,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Urselle,
Mr. Review,
Mandrill,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Agitation Free,
Outsiders,
Sound Behaviour,
Q and Not U,
the Human League,
Matthew Halsall,
Jawbox,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bob Dylan,
The Modern Lovers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Man Parrish,
Make Up,
Inner City,
Cymande,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Morten Harket,
Malaria!,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Adolescents,
Lou Reed,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Alton Ellis,
Wire,
The Index,
New Order,
Don Cherry,
Visage,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Angry Samoans,
The Evens,
Reuben Wilson,
The Knickerbockers,
Hot Snakes,
The Dirtbombs,
Surgeon,
The Gories,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tommy Roe,
L. Decosne,
E-Dancer,
Stetsasonic,
The Raincoats,
Prince Buster,
Donald Byrd,
Todd Terry,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Howard Jones,
Kerri Chandler,
Maurizio,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.