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 Grenada 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Charles Mingus to the rap 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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skriet 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?
Marine Girls,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dave Gahan,
Ronnie Foster,
Arcadia,
The Music Machine,
The Vogues,
A Certain Ratio,
Bizarre Inc.,
Matthew Halsall,
Hashim,
The Happenings,
The Cure,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bronski Beat,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ultra Naté,
Scientists,
Heaven 17,
Simply Red,
It's A Beautiful Day,
John Holt,
Lightning Bolt,
Peter and Kerry,
Jawbox,
The Human League,
James White and The Blacks,
Moby Grape,
the Association,
Marvin Gaye,
Cybotron,
Q and Not U,
DNA,
These Immortal Souls,
Gong,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
ABC,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dual Sessions,
Tropical Tobacco,
KRS-One,
Archie Shepp,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Slits,
Godley & Creme,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Altered Images,
Junior Murvin,
The Busters,
Kool Moe Dee,
Slave,
Nirvana,
Goldenarms,
Crime,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pharoah Sanders,
Model 500,
Dark Day,
Andrew Hill,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.