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 Qatar 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 organ 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 Frankie Knuckles to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart 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 clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Birthday Party,
Banda Bassotti,
Ralphi Rosario,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tres Demented,
Alton Ellis,
Nirvana,
The Names,
The Mighty Diamonds,
U.S. Maple,
Minor Threat,
Das Ding,
The Music Machine,
Groovy Waters,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Saccharine Trust,
the Germs,
Shuggie Otis,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Theoretical Girls,
Peter & Gordon,
X-Ray Spex,
Sugar Minott,
Mark Hollis,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bobby Womack,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tommy Roe,
Absolute Body Control,
The Slackers,
Lebanon Hanover,
David McCallum,
Erasure,
Television,
Aswad,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Barracudas,
New Order,
The Residents,
Alphaville,
Roy Ayers,
DNA,
The Doors,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Human League,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Interpol,
Donald Byrd,
Agitation Free,
Bang On A Can,
Sex Pistols,
New Age Steppers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mantronix,
The American Breed,
The Kinks,
Andrew Hill,
The Gories,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.