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 Hong Kong.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Nas to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Franke,
The Smoke,
Schoolly D,
Rapeman,
Mr. Review,
Au Pairs,
Country Teasers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Buzzcocks,
Bauhaus,
Shoche,
Soulsonic Force,
The Cowsills,
EPMD,
Cheater Slicks,
Pylon,
The Last Poets,
Judy Mowatt,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bootsy Collins,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jerry's Kids,
Wings,
The Fugs,
Sun City Girls,
Deadbeat,
Barbara Tucker,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Nils Olav,
Erykah Badu,
Wolf Eyes,
Parry Music,
Oneida,
The Selecter,
MDC,
David Axelrod,
Glambeats Corp.,
Moss Icon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Smiths,
Lalo Schifrin,
Chris Corsano,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Magma,
Warsaw,
Marmalade,
cv313,
Susan Cadogan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Motions,
Barry Ungar,
Basic Channel,
Black Flag,
Aural Exciters,
The Tremeloes,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.