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 Singapore and from Glasgow.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the snare 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 Main Source 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Animal Collective,
Sparks,
Rapeman,
Lightning Bolt,
Soul II Soul,
Bobby Womack,
The Human League,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pole,
Jandek,
Jeff Mills,
48th St. Collective,
Brick,
Pulsallama,
Depeche Mode,
Ossler,
Unwound,
Los Fastidios,
Jacob Miller,
Crispian St. Peters,
Severed Heads,
Altered Images,
Agitation Free,
Minnie Riperton,
Q65,
Funky Four + One,
Essential Logic,
Gerry Rafferty,
Zapp,
Max Romeo,
D'Angelo,
Eric B and Rakim,
Brothers Johnson,
Idris Muhammad,
The Residents,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Red Krayola,
Ronan,
DNA,
Sister Nancy,
Drexciya,
Aswad,
Surgeon,
Roger Hodgson,
Faraquet,
Oblivians,
Frankie Knuckles,
Spoonie Gee,
Roxette,
Fugazi,
Alison Limerick,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mr. Review,
Davy DMX,
Nico,
JFA,
Erykah Badu,
The Pop Group,
Bobby Sherman,
Pere Ubu,
the Germs,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.