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 Marshall Islands and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Shuggie Otis to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Half Japanese,
Deepchord,
Nick Fraelich,
The Saints,
FM Einheit,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Panda Bear,
John Holt,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fatback Band,
The Names,
The Busters,
Kool Moe Dee,
David Axelrod,
Surgeon,
Nik Kershaw,
Eric Copeland,
Ohio Players,
Neil Young,
Alison Limerick,
Donald Byrd,
Jeru the Damaja,
Aloha Tigers,
The Misunderstood,
Stereo Dub,
DJ Sneak,
Crime,
Black Pus,
Swell Maps,
Eli Mardock,
Pet Shop Boys,
The American Breed,
Brothers Johnson,
Flash Fearless,
Gang Starr,
Connie Case,
Leonard Cohen,
Kenny Larkin,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Von Mondo,
Kurtis Blow,
Smog,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Q65,
The Black Dice,
the Normal,
Porter Ricks,
John Lydon,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pantaleimon,
The Mummies,
The Five Americans,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
UT,
Inner City,
Soft Cell,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.