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 Thailand and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 marimba 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 Harpers Bizarre to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
U.S. Maple,
Pussy Galore,
Gang of Four,
Graham Central Station,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dual Sessions,
Japan,
Robert Wyatt,
The Victims,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Isaac Hayes,
Suicide,
Junior Murvin,
Eve St. Jones,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Parry Music,
Inner City,
Swell Maps,
Visage,
Von Mondo,
Marine Girls,
Adolescents,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Newcleus,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sam Rivers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Piero Umiliani,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Anakelly,
Joy Division,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mad Mike,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Niagra,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pagans,
Jeff Mills,
Public Enemy,
Brand Nubian,
DJ Style,
The Toasters,
Television Personalities,
Scion,
June of 44,
Joe Smooth,
Nirvana,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Hashim,
8 Eyed Spy,
Minnie Riperton,
These Immortal Souls,
The Fuzztones,
the Human League,
Blossom Toes,
Moby Grape,
Sparks,
Accadde A,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.