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 Mauritius 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 a-ha to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Andrew Hill,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
8 Eyed Spy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Cluster,
Can,
Black Flag,
The Trojans,
Nik Kershaw,
John Holt,
Glambeats Corp.,
Electric Prunes,
Todd Terry,
Silicon Teens,
Mo-Dettes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Althea and Donna,
Metal Thangz,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pere Ubu,
Nirvana,
Gang of Four,
Deakin,
Scratch Acid,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ronan,
The Grass Roots,
Todd Rundgren,
The Offenders,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Human League,
Jeru the Damaja,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Last Poets,
Bill Wells,
Isaac Hayes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eden Ahbez,
Eli Mardock,
David Bowie,
Sugar Minott,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Joensuu 1685,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rufus Thomas,
Whodini,
the Fania All-Stars,
Crime,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Urselle,
The Invisible,
Laurel Aitken,
Tres Demented,
Roy Ayers,
DNA,
R.M.O.,
Basic Channel,
The Seeds,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.