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 Iraq and from Edmonton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 synthesizer 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 Skriet to the disco 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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Con Funk Shun,
Eve St. Jones,
Spoonie Gee,
Monolake,
Shuggie Otis,
Rotary Connection,
The Leaves,
Blake Baxter,
The Skatalites,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Throbbing Gristle,
48th St. Collective,
Bill Near,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
H. Thieme,
Country Joe & The Fish,
John Lydon,
The Stooges,
Masters at Work,
Lucky Dragons,
The Music Machine,
cv313,
Youth Brigade,
X-101,
Lungfish,
Skaos,
Royal Trux,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dorothy Ashby,
Davy DMX,
Anakelly,
Rapeman,
Bauhaus,
Rosa Yemen,
Guru Guru,
Hot Snakes,
Joe Smooth,
Marvin Gaye,
Sam Rivers,
Bad Manners,
Johnny Clarke,
Jacques Brel,
Arthur Verocai,
New Age Steppers,
Qualms,
Lindisfarne,
The Knickerbockers,
Leonard Cohen,
Black Moon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bizarre Inc.,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Popol Vuh,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Niagra,
Skarface,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ituana,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.