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 Korea South and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro 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 the Human League to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Brand Nubian,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pylon,
Shoche,
Charles Mingus,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Goldenarms,
Alice Coltrane,
The Black Dice,
The Grass Roots,
Wasted Youth,
New Age Steppers,
Brothers Johnson,
The J.B.'s,
Slave,
Fluxion,
Marmalade,
Dorothy Ashby,
Robert Görl,
The Young Rascals,
Pole,
The Smiths,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jeff Lynne,
Bootsy Collins,
Chris Corsano,
Tom Boy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Maleditus Sound,
Matthew Bourne,
Soft Machine,
X-101,
The Stooges,
Andrew Hill,
Deakin,
Black Flag,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nils Olav,
The Cramps,
Donald Byrd,
Country Teasers,
Albert Ayler,
Gastr Del Sol,
Althea and Donna,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Human League,
Inner City,
Public Enemy,
The Pretty Things,
Hoover,
Letta Mbulu,
Magazine,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Liliput,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bauhaus,
Soulsonic Force,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jandek,
The Durutti Column,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.