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 Kazakhstan and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Stockholm.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Stooges to the techno 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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
ABC,
Funky Four + One,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Walker Brothers,
Swans,
Byron Stingily,
Crooked Eye,
The Neon Judgement,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Slits,
Marvin Gaye,
New York Dolls,
The American Breed,
Sonny Sharrock,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Arab on Radar,
The Seeds,
Kaleidoscope,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Traffic Nightmare,
Slave,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Moss Icon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Peter & Gordon,
Moebius,
The Knickerbockers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fat Boys,
Desert Stars,
MDC,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tubeway Army,
KRS-One,
Dorothy Ashby,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jesper Dahlback,
Faust,
The Fire Engines,
Sun Ra,
Joensuu 1685,
Soul II Soul,
Mandrill,
Amazonics,
Ornette Coleman,
Joey Negro,
Frankie Knuckles,
Can,
Agent Orange,
The Gladiators,
John Coltrane,
Cymande,
Zapp,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lyres,
E-Dancer,
Erykah Badu,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Electric Prunes,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.