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 Burundi 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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Philadelphia.
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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Absolute Body Control,
Black Moon,
Essential Logic,
These Immortal Souls,
The J.B.'s,
DJ Sneak,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Slave,
Henry Cow,
Joe Finger,
The Mojo Men,
Kerrie Biddell,
Flamin' Groovies,
Max Romeo,
LL Cool J,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Peter & Gordon,
Man Parrish,
Can,
Pole,
Nik Kershaw,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mantronix,
Black Sheep,
Aaron Thompson,
The Red Krayola,
John Lydon,
Make Up,
The Tremeloes,
The Gun Club,
H. Thieme,
Joe Smooth,
Crash Course in Science,
Andrew Hill,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Barrington Levy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bill Near,
the Normal,
JFA,
the Bar-Kays,
The Barracudas,
Laurel Aitken,
Icehouse,
Drexciya,
48th St. Collective,
Joy Division,
Adolescents,
Pierre Henry,
Nirvana,
The Slits,
The New Christs,
The Misunderstood,
Camouflage,
Boz Scaggs,
Eli Mardock,
Pussy Galore,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.