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 Russia and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba 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 Essential Logic to the funk 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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum 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 a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Underground Resistance,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Angels of Light,
Dawn Penn,
The Techniques,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
A Certain Ratio,
The Tremeloes,
Lucky Dragons,
The Evens,
Easy Going,
Alison Limerick,
Young Marble Giants,
Mary Jane Girls,
Swell Maps,
the Germs,
The Fall,
The Victims,
Lalo Schifrin,
Funky Four + One,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Niagra,
Yusef Lateef,
The Zeros,
The Last Poets,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Beau Brummels,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Negative Approach,
Kerri Chandler,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Robert Wyatt,
The Durutti Column,
Charles Mingus,
Television,
Altered Images,
Davy DMX,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ice-T,
Junior Murvin,
Flipper,
The Moleskins,
Outsiders,
Skriet,
Sugar Minott,
UT,
Duran Duran,
Wire,
Blake Baxter,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Busters,
Big Daddy Kane,
Clear Light,
Bootsy Collins,
Monolake,
Ten City,
Maurizio,
Amazonics,
The Fortunes,
X-Ray Spex,
Fugazi,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.