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 Turkmenistan and from Woodstock.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 808 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 Wolf Eyes to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
The Grass Roots,
Pierre Henry,
Chris & Cosey,
Organ,
John Foxx,
Delta 5,
Desert Stars,
Dennis Brown,
Black Pus,
Joensuu 1685,
Eli Mardock,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Searchers,
Matthew Halsall,
R.M.O.,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Saints,
Symarip,
Ituana,
Maleditus Sound,
kango's stein massive,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ice-T,
Hoover,
Average White Band,
Essential Logic,
H. Thieme,
The Sonics,
Roy Ayers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Connie Case,
Steve Hackett,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ohio Players,
The Dirtbombs,
The Index,
La Düsseldorf,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Zapp,
Kenny Larkin,
Rapeman,
Boz Scaggs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sixth Finger,
Darondo,
CMW,
Toni Rubio,
cv313,
Excepter,
The Black Dice,
Peter & Gordon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Man Eating Sloth,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jerry's Kids,
Robert Hood,
Yaz,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.