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 Kazakhstan and from Mumbai.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 güiro 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 Trumans Water to the rap 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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
The Buckinghams,
Barbara Tucker,
The Mummies,
Altered Images,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ten City,
Rakim,
Pulsallama,
Crime,
Sex Pistols,
X-102,
The Shadows of Knight,
OOIOO,
Eric Copeland,
Sixth Finger,
The Electric Prunes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Gun Club,
Kevin Saunderson,
Monks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Blancmange,
Funky Four + One,
Camberwell Now,
Kenny Larkin,
Circle Jerks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Yazoo,
PIL,
Eurythmics,
Charles Mingus,
Flamin' Groovies,
Television Personalities,
The Blues Magoos,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dual Sessions,
These Immortal Souls,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Black Moon,
The Cramps,
The Stooges,
Henry Cow,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tommy Roe,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
DNA,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nick Fraelich,
Theoretical Girls,
Nation of Ulysses,
Wasted Youth,
ABC,
Peter & Gordon,
Youth Brigade,
Cecil Taylor,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.