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 St Lucia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Isaac Hayes to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
48th St. Collective,
Minor Threat,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Todd Terry,
Little Man,
Slick Rick,
Man Parrish,
John Holt,
The Martian,
Wire,
Fad Gadget,
Warren Ellis,
Joey Negro,
Marc Almond,
Patti Smith,
Bush Tetras,
Negative Approach,
Ituana,
L. Decosne,
Khruangbin,
Babytalk,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Velvet Underground,
Livin' Joy,
Zapp,
Pylon,
Das Ding,
Dorothy Ashby,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Alarm Clocks,
Essential Logic,
The Invisible,
The Associates,
Barclay James Harvest,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Derrick Morgan,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bluetip,
ABBA,
Liliput,
Spoonie Gee,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Angels of Light,
Goldenarms,
Silicon Teens,
The Tremeloes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Germs,
Lalo Schifrin,
The United States of America,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rapeman,
Duran Duran,
Unrelated Segments,
The Dead C,
Warsaw,
Deakin,
The Pretty Things,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.