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 St Lucia and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Gap Band to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Bobby Sherman,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Count Five,
Rod Modell,
U.S. Maple,
Reagan Youth,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Liliput,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Grauzone,
EPMD,
DNA,
Chrome,
Underground Resistance,
Judy Mowatt,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Q65,
PIL,
Joyce Sims,
FM Einheit,
Bootsy Collins,
David McCallum,
David Bowie,
Arcadia,
Soul II Soul,
Chris & Cosey,
Crooked Eye,
Joe Finger,
Echospace,
Sight & Sound,
Gang Green,
La Düsseldorf,
Average White Band,
The Toasters,
Simply Red,
a-ha,
Roxy Music,
Cybotron,
The Last Poets,
The Smoke,
Scott Walker,
New Age Steppers,
Man Parrish,
The Victims,
DJ Style,
Con Funk Shun,
Y Pants,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Residents,
Spandau Ballet,
Janne Schatter,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ronan,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ultra Naté,
Ronnie Foster,
The Divine Comedy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ultimate Spinach,
World's Most,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.