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 Israel and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Todd Rundgren to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Malaria!,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Camberwell Now,
Buzzcocks,
Crash Course in Science,
Khruangbin,
Susan Cadogan,
Hasil Adkins,
Bauhaus,
The Motions,
Eurythmics,
The Smiths,
Roxy Music,
Bluetip,
Whodini,
Los Fastidios,
Marvin Gaye,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Radiopuhelimet,
Deadbeat,
Eve St. Jones,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Aaron Thompson,
Donald Byrd,
Cal Tjader,
Arab on Radar,
R.M.O.,
Alton Ellis,
John Holt,
Severed Heads,
Eric Copeland,
Erykah Badu,
Gang Gang Dance,
Janne Schatter,
The Evens,
Sex Pistols,
Jeff Mills,
New Age Steppers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mandrill,
Rhythm & Sound,
Slave,
Chris Corsano,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
FM Einheit,
The Angels of Light,
Echospace,
Pussy Galore,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Alarm Clocks,
Cameo,
Soft Cell,
Joensuu 1685,
The Shadows of Knight,
Marc Almond,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Charles Mingus,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.