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 Niger and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the electroclash 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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Ultravox,
Swell Maps,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Young Rascals,
The Doors,
The Busters,
The Gladiators,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Monochrome Set,
Gil Scott Heron,
Alphaville,
The Fire Engines,
The Walker Brothers,
The Evens,
Peter and Kerry,
Todd Terry,
Basic Channel,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tubeway Army,
Boredoms,
Metal Thangz,
Gabor Szabo,
Hardrive,
Darondo,
Los Fastidios,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bill Near,
Erykah Badu,
Sugar Minott,
Lalo Schifrin,
Black Moon,
The New Christs,
L. Decosne,
Nick Fraelich,
June of 44,
Scan 7,
Davy DMX,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pole,
Absolute Body Control,
Massinfluence,
Sun Ra,
Pulsallama,
Surgeon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lyres,
Crispy Ambulance,
Franke,
Scion,
Blancmange,
Goldenarms,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Scratch Acid,
The Birthday Party,
The Beau Brummels,
Moebius,
the Slits,
Cymande,
Lindisfarne,
DJ Sneak,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.