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 Barbados and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Inner City to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Divine Comedy,
Groovy Waters,
Rod Modell,
Boogie Down Productions,
Donald Byrd,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
AZ,
Royal Trux,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eric Copeland,
Cymande,
The Names,
Minnie Riperton,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Warsaw,
CMW,
Audionom,
Outsiders,
Fear,
Faust,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Remains,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Aswad,
Neil Young,
Charles Mingus,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Massinfluence,
Nirvana,
Sex Pistols,
Malaria!,
The Angels of Light,
Main Source,
Monolake,
Aloha Tigers,
Moss Icon,
Buzzcocks,
Scratch Acid,
R.M.O.,
Chris Corsano,
The Buckinghams,
Howard Jones,
Marvin Gaye,
Ralphi Rosario,
Cal Tjader,
China Crisis,
Rites of Spring,
Ultra Naté,
D'Angelo,
The Evens,
The Cramps,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Radio Birdman,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Sonics,
Swell Maps,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.