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 Switzerland and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ice-T,
Bobby Sherman,
The Associates,
Bush Tetras,
Reuben Wilson,
The Seeds,
Subhumans,
Thompson Twins,
Crooked Eye,
OOIOO,
UT,
The Offenders,
Average White Band,
ABBA,
Maleditus Sound,
Q65,
Graham Central Station,
X-101,
The Dave Clark Five,
Albert Ayler,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bluetip,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Vladislav Delay,
The Evens,
The Last Poets,
Drexciya,
Unwound,
Anakelly,
Zapp,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Depeche Mode,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Slackers,
John Holt,
Magazine,
Lungfish,
Rosa Yemen,
Sun Ra,
Blossom Toes,
Ituana,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lou Christie,
Soft Machine,
Eric B and Rakim,
Slave,
Nik Kershaw,
the Germs,
Fugazi,
Sarah Menescal,
Barbara Tucker,
Echospace,
The Young Rascals,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cymande,
FM Einheit,
The Mojo Men,
Sällskapet,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.