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 Kiribati and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Michael McDonald 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 Fela Kuti to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
The Associates,
New York Dolls,
Henry Cow,
The Invisible,
Roxy Music,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
DNA,
Niagra,
Easy Going,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Goldenarms,
Delta 5,
Shuggie Otis,
Grey Daturas,
Cybotron,
Scrapy,
Lou Christie,
Big Daddy Kane,
Smog,
Rapeman,
Gichy Dan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Spandau Ballet,
JFA,
The Blackbyrds,
Patti Smith,
Juan Atkins,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Joe Smooth,
Motorama,
Barrington Levy,
Sam Rivers,
Faust,
The Smiths,
Moby Grape,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Victims,
June of 44,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Josef K,
Sixth Finger,
Carl Craig,
Chris & Cosey,
Panda Bear,
The Beau Brummels,
Neu!,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Misunderstood,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Prince Buster,
Agent Orange,
KRS-One,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Connie Case,
Marine Girls,
Pantaleimon,
Fear,
Can,
Harry Pussy,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.