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 United States 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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 oboe 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 Adolescents to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Nas,
Max Romeo,
The Red Krayola,
Joyce Sims,
Sun Ra,
Jacques Brel,
The Sound,
World's Most,
Toni Rubio,
Ultra Naté,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
June Days,
Youth Brigade,
Charles Mingus,
Davy DMX,
Duran Duran,
Spoonie Gee,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Slits,
New Order,
The Barracudas,
The Dirtbombs,
Amazonics,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Neil Young,
Yellowson,
Ohio Players,
Rites of Spring,
Trumans Water,
Dead Boys,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Connie Case,
Infiniti,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sister Nancy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sound Behaviour,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Brick,
Agent Orange,
Aural Exciters,
Anthony Braxton,
Blancmange,
10cc,
Sugar Minott,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Crooked Eye,
Camberwell Now,
Black Pus,
Stiv Bators,
Black Sheep,
The Dead C,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Dave Clark Five,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
New Age Steppers,
Supertramp,
The Music Machine,
Mission of Burma,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.