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 Gabon and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 theremin 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 Silicon Teens to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Hardrive,
Scratch Acid,
The Evens,
Black Pus,
Davy DMX,
Brand Nubian,
Metal Thangz,
Vladislav Delay,
Intrusion,
Gichy Dan,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sun City Girls,
The Happenings,
Gang of Four,
Bootsy Collins,
Tropical Tobacco,
ABC,
Nils Olav,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sight & Sound,
Black Moon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Trojans,
Ossler,
The Toasters,
The Selecter,
The Zeros,
New Order,
Sister Nancy,
Agitation Free,
Wally Richardson,
Minor Threat,
The Vogues,
The Mummies,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Howard Jones,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Barracudas,
Anthony Braxton,
Groovy Waters,
Connie Case,
Alton Ellis,
Bill Near,
Interpol,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Fire Engines,
Supertramp,
Yazoo,
Essential Logic,
Michelle Simonal,
Desert Stars,
Sixth Finger,
Flipper,
Wire,
Mad Mike,
Jeff Mills,
8 Eyed Spy,
Crime,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.