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 Korea South and from Stockholm.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
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 Schoolly D to the dance 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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kurtis Blow,
The Cramps,
Supertramp,
DJ Sneak,
JFA,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Skarface,
Sugar Minott,
Jawbox,
Robert Hood,
Ohio Players,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Juan Atkins,
Delon & Dalcan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
ABBA,
Max Romeo,
The Monochrome Set,
Alice Coltrane,
Grauzone,
Joyce Sims,
New York Dolls,
Soul II Soul,
The Fall,
Josef K,
Aloha Tigers,
Thee Headcoats,
Boz Scaggs,
The Detroit Cobras,
Laurel Aitken,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Scientists,
Bauhaus,
Rod Modell,
Johnny Osbourne,
DJ Style,
Nils Olav,
Icehouse,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Franke,
The Remains,
The Techniques,
Gang of Four,
Kayak,
Urselle,
Mo-Dettes,
The Knickerbockers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Judy Mowatt,
The Pretty Things,
Lower 48,
John Lydon,
Swell Maps,
The Gories,
Nik Kershaw,
the Slits,
The Pop Group,
Sarah Menescal,
Hoover,
Danielle Patucci,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.