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 Greece and from Columbus.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 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 Johnny Clarke to the rock 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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Jerry's Kids,
The Raincoats,
Subhumans,
The Barracudas,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Delta 5,
Barry Ungar,
Dorothy Ashby,
Black Bananas,
Bluetip,
China Crisis,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Vogues,
Electric Prunes,
Urselle,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Laurel Aitken,
Lalann,
Prince Buster,
Amazonics,
Parry Music,
David McCallum,
The Doobie Brothers,
Model 500,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eurythmics,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Public Enemy,
Janne Schatter,
Slave,
Depeche Mode,
Neil Young,
One Last Wish,
Agent Orange,
The Red Krayola,
Roxy Music,
Q65,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ituana,
Gang Green,
Ultra Naté,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lucky Dragons,
Gong,
Girls At Our Best!,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Faraquet,
Sixth Finger,
Pussy Galore,
Ludus,
Aaron Thompson,
The Motions,
Marvin Gaye,
The Cure,
Nico,
The Doors,
Los Fastidios,
The Blackbyrds,
The Slackers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.