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 Guinea-Bissau and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the punk 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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dawn Penn,
The Stooges,
Cymande,
Kayak,
The Five Americans,
The Buckinghams,
The Trojans,
Ultravox,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Neon Judgement,
Ituana,
Average White Band,
Hoover,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Janne Schatter,
Flash Fearless,
Nick Fraelich,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
JFA,
Pussy Galore,
Dark Day,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The United States of America,
Oblivians,
Lungfish,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Grey Daturas,
Soulsonic Force,
Circle Jerks,
The Sonics,
Scratch Acid,
Black Flag,
Malaria!,
Danielle Patucci,
Patti Smith,
These Immortal Souls,
Adolescents,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Curtis Mayfield,
Alton Ellis,
Morten Harket,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Remains,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
La Düsseldorf,
Harpers Bizarre,
Marine Girls,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
Outsiders,
Monolake,
Radiopuhelimet,
Terry Callier,
DJ Sneak,
Archie Shepp,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mad Mike,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.