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 Nepal and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Five Americans 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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Barracudas,
Gang Starr,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Visage,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Tom Boy,
Drexciya,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Unrelated Segments,
Moby Grape,
CMW,
Minor Threat,
the Sonics,
Ten City,
Camouflage,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Fuzztones,
Bush Tetras,
Royal Trux,
Stetsasonic,
Sparks,
Joey Negro,
Schoolly D,
Goldenarms,
Crash Course in Science,
Absolute Body Control,
Barclay James Harvest,
Glambeats Corp.,
Soft Machine,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sam Rivers,
Reuben Wilson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Fania All-Stars,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Panda Bear,
Scientists,
Rosa Yemen,
One Last Wish,
The Monochrome Set,
DNA,
Radiohead,
The Divine Comedy,
Cameo,
Ponytail,
Swans,
Funky Four + One,
Anthony Braxton,
Scott Walker,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Cowsills,
Donald Byrd,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sandy B,
Moebius,
Andrew Hill,
Easy Going,
Robert Hood,
Wings,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.