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 Taiwan and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Moby Grape to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Litter. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Danielle Patucci,
Ultra Naté,
Negative Approach,
Be Bop Deluxe,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Freddie Wadling,
Severed Heads,
Delon & Dalcan,
Grauzone,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Black Dice,
Mars,
Reuben Wilson,
Derrick May,
Isaac Hayes,
Juan Atkins,
The Fugs,
Ice-T,
Fear,
Royal Trux,
Electric Prunes,
Hoover,
Pantytec,
Index,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Roxette,
Gang Green,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pagans,
Black Moon,
Second Layer,
Skaos,
Animal Collective,
Rekid,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Drive Like Jehu,
Joe Smooth,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Groovy Waters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Wake,
Simply Red,
The Litter,
Stetsasonic,
Mandrill,
The Red Krayola,
Man Parrish,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fat Boys,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Can,
Black Bananas,
Ronnie Foster,
Nirvana,
Spandau Ballet,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Flash Fearless,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.