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 Fiji and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Masters at Work to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
EPMD,
Kayak,
X-102,
Blake Baxter,
Outsiders,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Heaven 17,
Scratch Acid,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Juan Atkins,
Faraquet,
R.M.O.,
Charles Mingus,
The J.B.'s,
The Five Americans,
Lyres,
Sight & Sound,
David Axelrod,
Mr. Review,
Thompson Twins,
Flash Fearless,
Yusef Lateef,
Bobby Womack,
Black Pus,
Cybotron,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Monochrome Set,
the Normal,
Arthur Verocai,
Camberwell Now,
Fat Boys,
Eli Mardock,
New York Dolls,
Jeff Lynne,
Hashim,
The Blues Magoos,
Eric Dolphy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Au Pairs,
Delta 5,
FM Einheit,
Patti Smith,
Make Up,
Radiopuhelimet,
Dave Gahan,
Porter Ricks,
Echospace,
Eric B and Rakim,
Black Bananas,
Andrew Hill,
Alice Coltrane,
Faust,
Mo-Dettes,
Desert Stars,
Reuben Wilson,
The Misunderstood,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lucky Dragons,
The Count Five,
Kas Product,
Jimmy McGriff,
Darondo,
the Sonics,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.