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 Manila.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe 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 Procol Harum to the electroclash 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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Youth Brigade,
Animal Collective,
EPMD,
Au Pairs,
Fugazi,
The Residents,
Minnie Riperton,
Suicide,
Sam Rivers,
Theoretical Girls,
T.S.O.L.,
Pantytec,
Fear,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pylon,
Essential Logic,
Vladislav Delay,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Arcadia,
Isaac Hayes,
Schoolly D,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Oneida,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Interpol,
Television Personalities,
Agitation Free,
The Zeros,
Letta Mbulu,
Cameo,
Junior Murvin,
Jeff Mills,
Black Pus,
Stetsasonic,
Camouflage,
Unrelated Segments,
Qualms,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Dirtbombs,
Fat Boys,
Crime,
Crash Course in Science,
Peter and Kerry,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Severed Heads,
Maleditus Sound,
The Skatalites,
Magazine,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Yusef Lateef,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Fuzztones,
Marcia Griffiths,
David McCallum,
The Searchers,
Kerri Chandler,
Johnny Osbourne,
Maurizio,
Soul II Soul,
Dark Day,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.