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 Liberia and from London.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the marimba 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 Metal Thangz to the crunk 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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Chris Corsano,
The Index,
Dorothy Ashby,
ABC,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Marine Girls,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Young Rascals,
Flipper,
48th St. Collective,
Sun City Girls,
Kevin Saunderson,
Throbbing Gristle,
H. Thieme,
The Beau Brummels,
Loose Ends,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Skarface,
Moss Icon,
The Saints,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Piero Umiliani,
Aaron Thompson,
Angry Samoans,
The Doors,
Smog,
Thee Headcoats,
Pet Shop Boys,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Human League,
Quadrant,
Newcleus,
The Barracudas,
Matthew Halsall,
The Music Machine,
Guru Guru,
Jeru the Damaja,
LL Cool J,
Michelle Simonal,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
K-Klass,
CMW,
Eddi Front,
The Knickerbockers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Intrusion,
Ultra Naté,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mission of Burma,
Stetsasonic,
Pole,
The Move,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sixth Finger,
Aswad,
Arcadia,
Black Sheep,
Colin Newman,
Main Source,
Oneida,
John Foxx,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.