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 Ukraine and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Cairo.
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 Donald Fagen 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Ludus,
Max Romeo,
Fugazi,
The Buckinghams,
Johnny Clarke,
Kas Product,
The Invisible,
Second Layer,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Minor Threat,
Cal Tjader,
The Pop Group,
Lungfish,
Niagra,
The Offenders,
Porter Ricks,
Rekid,
Q and Not U,
Yusef Lateef,
Leonard Cohen,
U.S. Maple,
Rod Modell,
Connie Case,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Searchers,
Boredoms,
The Doors,
Wally Richardson,
Gang of Four,
Sister Nancy,
The Fortunes,
Piero Umiliani,
La Düsseldorf,
The Gap Band,
Ohio Players,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mad Mike,
Radio Birdman,
Juan Atkins,
Pussy Galore,
These Immortal Souls,
T. Rex,
The Martian,
The Evens,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mary Jane Girls,
DNA,
Alphaville,
The Residents,
Rapeman,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Dave Clark Five,
Reagan Youth,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Slave,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.