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 Eritrea and from Seoul.
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 Seoul and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Robert Palmer 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 Howard Jones to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Saints. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Tears for Fears,
China Crisis,
Albert Ayler,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Groovy Waters,
Lakeside,
Lungfish,
Loose Ends,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Parry Music,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Bar-Kays,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kurtis Blow,
the Sonics,
Minny Pops,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
L. Decosne,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Deakin,
Gabor Szabo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Brick,
Ludus,
Crooked Eye,
Flamin' Groovies,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Moss Icon,
Spoonie Gee,
Deepchord,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Moby Grape,
Talk Talk,
Swell Maps,
T. Rex,
Absolute Body Control,
Kevin Saunderson,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Can,
Lee Hazlewood,
Byron Stingily,
Scrapy,
Anthony Braxton,
Jimmy McGriff,
Main Source,
Todd Rundgren,
Ponytail,
Roxy Music,
Anakelly,
Chris & Cosey,
Echospace,
Kerri Chandler,
Intrusion,
The Associates,
Aaron Thompson,
The Index,
Eric B and Rakim,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Patti Smith,
PIL,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.