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 Chad and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Aswad to the disco 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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Leonard Cohen,
The Victims,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Clear Light,
Tim Buckley,
Matthew Bourne,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rapeman,
Fad Gadget,
Zero Boys,
The Moody Blues,
Excepter,
Grandmaster Flash,
Shoche,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lebanon Hanover,
LL Cool J,
James White and The Blacks,
Soul II Soul,
Kool Moe Dee,
OOIOO,
The Offenders,
The American Breed,
Yellowson,
Mr. Review,
Judy Mowatt,
Lucky Dragons,
The Blackbyrds,
Bauhaus,
Stetsasonic,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gang Starr,
Massinfluence,
MDC,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Scott Walker,
Electric Prunes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gang of Four,
The Pop Group,
Magazine,
Dead Boys,
Prince Buster,
Crime,
The Sonics,
The Gladiators,
the Normal,
The Star Department,
Television Personalities,
ABBA,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Associates,
Sonic Youth,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tom Boy,
Ronan,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.