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 Egypt and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Taipei.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Hardrive to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Quantec,
Reagan Youth,
Fatback Band,
Accadde A,
Moby Grape,
kango's stein massive,
Shuggie Otis,
Basic Channel,
Howard Jones,
H. Thieme,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Outsiders,
Cymande,
Ohio Players,
Heaven 17,
The Litter,
Wasted Youth,
The Moody Blues,
Monks,
DNA,
Erykah Badu,
Ice-T,
Stiv Bators,
The Selecter,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Misunderstood,
Robert Wyatt,
Half Japanese,
Max Romeo,
Kool Moe Dee,
David Axelrod,
JFA,
Procol Harum,
Banda Bassotti,
Circle Jerks,
Ronnie Foster,
The Kinks,
The Standells,
Amon Düül II,
Jandek,
Hashim,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eden Ahbez,
Gil Scott Heron,
Technova,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Whodini,
The Dead C,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Iggy Pop,
The Smiths,
The Wake,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Intrusion,
Supertramp,
the Sonics,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ludus,
One Last Wish,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.