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 Germany and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 arpeggiator 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins 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 spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Fat Boys,
Aaron Thompson,
Marcia Griffiths,
EPMD,
The Slits,
The Blackbyrds,
Erykah Badu,
Sex Pistols,
Joensuu 1685,
Icehouse,
Scion,
Sandy B,
Roger Hodgson,
The Electric Prunes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Sonics,
Carl Craig,
Shuggie Otis,
Cecil Taylor,
X-Ray Spex,
the Association,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Happenings,
Qualms,
Kaleidoscope,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ludus,
The Kinks,
Rapeman,
Grey Daturas,
Liliput,
The Five Americans,
Outsiders,
Ohio Players,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fugazi,
The United States of America,
Eric Dolphy,
K-Klass,
The Durutti Column,
Delon & Dalcan,
Excepter,
Visage,
Cluster,
Zero Boys,
Delta 5,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Misunderstood,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Amazonics,
Duran Duran,
Amon Düül,
Kevin Saunderson,
New Order,
The Searchers,
Funky Four + One,
David Axelrod,
Dave Gahan,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.