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 Palau and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 rhodes 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 Lalo Schifrin to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Ice-T,
Japan,
Kenny Larkin,
Pet Shop Boys,
The United States of America,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kayak,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fela Kuti,
Howard Jones,
Popol Vuh,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Anthony Braxton,
Arab on Radar,
Bush Tetras,
Soulsonic Force,
Eric Copeland,
The Toasters,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Los Fastidios,
Judy Mowatt,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Slackers,
Lindisfarne,
The Happenings,
Pantaleimon,
The Cramps,
Khruangbin,
Jerry's Kids,
Harry Pussy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Swans,
Brand Nubian,
Moby Grape,
Maleditus Sound,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tears for Fears,
The Motions,
Althea and Donna,
Scion,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Dual Sessions,
Hoover,
Duran Duran,
DNA,
Kurtis Blow,
Kaleidoscope,
Severed Heads,
Electric Light Orchestra,
a-ha,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Vladislav Delay,
Glenn Branca,
Donny Hathaway,
Surgeon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Terry Callier,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.