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 Venezuela and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the grunge 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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
The Raincoats,
Idris Muhammad,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Moby Grape,
The Gories,
Ronnie Foster,
The Sound,
Basic Channel,
Todd Terry,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Motorama,
Gang Green,
The J.B.'s,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sister Nancy,
Eric B and Rakim,
E-Dancer,
The Slits,
Blossom Toes,
Scott Walker,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
John Holt,
Morten Harket,
The American Breed,
Jacob Miller,
Swell Maps,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ornette Coleman,
The Neon Judgement,
Liliput,
The Wake,
Lou Reed,
Dark Day,
Sixth Finger,
Neu!,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
China Crisis,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gang of Four,
Black Moon,
Tears for Fears,
Mandrill,
Letta Mbulu,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Chris Corsano,
Public Image Ltd.,
Isaac Hayes,
Severed Heads,
The Fortunes,
Qualms,
Brand Nubian,
Erykah Badu,
Nation of Ulysses,
Technova,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Zero Boys,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.