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 Bangladesh and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Black Dice to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Sun City Girls,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Darondo,
Johnny Clarke,
The Vogues,
Black Bananas,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lower 48,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bronski Beat,
Animal Collective,
Crime,
Lyres,
Donny Hathaway,
Ossler,
Kas Product,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ultra Naté,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Television Personalities,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Andrew Hill,
Bill Wells,
Youth Brigade,
Silicon Teens,
Joe Finger,
Index,
Jeru the Damaja,
Wally Richardson,
Fear,
Gichy Dan,
Gang Starr,
Blancmange,
These Immortal Souls,
Warsaw,
Motorama,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Sound,
Monolake,
E-Dancer,
Rufus Thomas,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Normal,
Monks,
Marvin Gaye,
Talk Talk,
Mandrill,
Neil Young,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Doors,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Fania All-Stars,
Suicide,
Barbara Tucker,
David Axelrod,
Vainqueur,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.