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 Iceland and from New York.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Skriet to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson 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 punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kurtis Blow,
Aswad,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Thompson Twins,
Babytalk,
The Blues Magoos,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Andrew Hill,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Star Department,
Moss Icon,
The New Christs,
Radiohead,
Harry Pussy,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Remains,
Morten Harket,
Alton Ellis,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lebanon Hanover,
Reagan Youth,
Little Man,
The Gun Club,
The Searchers,
Chris Corsano,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Black Dice,
Black Flag,
Amazonics,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cybotron,
Steve Hackett,
Cluster,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Cecil Taylor,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Liliput,
Pantaleimon,
The American Breed,
Quando Quango,
F. McDonald,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Patti Smith,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Susan Cadogan,
The Index,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Gladiators,
Circle Jerks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Hasil Adkins,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Whodini,
Chrome,
The Modern Lovers,
Danielle Patucci,
Bootsy Collins,
Roy Ayers,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.