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 Vanuatu and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Jeru the Damaja to the techno 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
JFA,
The Golliwogs,
The Wake,
Robert Hood,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Last Poets,
Judy Mowatt,
World's Most,
Kas Product,
Robert Görl,
Flipper,
kango's stein massive,
Aloha Tigers,
Black Bananas,
Sällskapet,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Bar-Kays,
Reuben Wilson,
The Move,
Marshall Jefferson,
New Order,
The Kinks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Smog,
Franke,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Camberwell Now,
Erykah Badu,
Pantytec,
Wolf Eyes,
the Soft Cell,
Scratch Acid,
The Music Machine,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pere Ubu,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Avey Tare,
Quantec,
Pierre Henry,
Joy Division,
Leonard Cohen,
Lightning Bolt,
John Coltrane,
Don Cherry,
The Skatalites,
L. Decosne,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rekid,
The Invisible,
The Dirtbombs,
X-Ray Spex,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ice-T,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Joe Finger,
Derrick May,
The Leaves,
Warsaw,
Drexciya,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.