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 Peru and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Pylon to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Frankie Knuckles,
Banda Bassotti,
The Skatalites,
Suicide,
Grey Daturas,
Bobby Womack,
Chris Corsano,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Vainqueur,
Donny Hathaway,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
48th St. Collective,
Oneida,
JFA,
Intrusion,
F. McDonald,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Aaron Thompson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eddi Front,
Radio Birdman,
EPMD,
The Buckinghams,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rufus Thomas,
Fat Boys,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Arab on Radar,
Yusef Lateef,
Kevin Saunderson,
Reuben Wilson,
The Electric Prunes,
Andrew Hill,
The Techniques,
Mad Mike,
Quadrant,
Stiv Bators,
David Bowie,
Eric Dolphy,
Tommy Roe,
Lalo Schifrin,
FM Einheit,
Alton Ellis,
Cameo,
The Raincoats,
Deepchord,
Quando Quango,
Duran Duran,
Ultra Naté,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cymande,
David Axelrod,
Archie Shepp,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.