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 Iran and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 KRS-One to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Saints. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fad Gadget,
Trumans Water,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Smiths,
Loose Ends,
Alice Coltrane,
Radiohead,
Josef K,
Shuggie Otis,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sarah Menescal,
Masters at Work,
The Kinks,
Boz Scaggs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Guru Guru,
Scott Walker,
Flipper,
Drexciya,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Brothers Johnson,
Spoonie Gee,
Simply Red,
James White and The Blacks,
The American Breed,
cv313,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bill Near,
Glenn Branca,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Nas,
Hoover,
John Cale,
10cc,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Warren Ellis,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Gun Club,
Procol Harum,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Marvin Gaye,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Groovy Waters,
Intrusion,
Rakim,
The Neon Judgement,
Blake Baxter,
The Barracudas,
Main Source,
New York Dolls,
Dave Gahan,
Kayak,
Visage,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Fania All-Stars,
Delon & Dalcan,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.