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 Mauritania and from Sao Paulo.
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 Philadelphia and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Slave to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Joe Finger,
Suicide,
Bizarre Inc.,
K-Klass,
Oneida,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Marcia Griffiths,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Johnny Clarke,
Radio Birdman,
Warren Ellis,
Circle Jerks,
Chrome,
Kayak,
Kevin Saunderson,
R.M.O.,
Wire,
Erasure,
Nirvana,
Unrelated Segments,
Drexciya,
DJ Style,
Dark Day,
Minor Threat,
Ralphi Rosario,
Funkadelic,
Leonard Cohen,
Josef K,
Jawbox,
Donny Hathaway,
Bobby Hutcherson,
EPMD,
Peter & Gordon,
Index,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Martian,
Heaven 17,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Joensuu 1685,
JFA,
The Count Five,
OOIOO,
Todd Terry,
David McCallum,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Von Mondo,
DJ Sneak,
Scientists,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Names,
Saccharine Trust,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Grass Roots,
Camberwell Now,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.