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 El Salvador and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 chamberlin 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 Bizarre Inc. to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
The Five Americans,
KRS-One,
Smog,
Pantaleimon,
Tomorrow,
Icehouse,
Josef K,
Panda Bear,
Dark Day,
Mo-Dettes,
The Trojans,
Quantec,
Saccharine Trust,
Y Pants,
Bauhaus,
D'Angelo,
Faust,
Brick,
Procol Harum,
Robert Görl,
Duran Duran,
Sixth Finger,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
MDC,
Franke,
The Monochrome Set,
Pantytec,
Ohio Players,
kango's stein massive,
James White and The Blacks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eddi Front,
The Dirtbombs,
Shoche,
The Alarm Clocks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
New Age Steppers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Can,
Aloha Tigers,
Toni Rubio,
Rotary Connection,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ludus,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Joey Negro,
the Bar-Kays,
The Toasters,
Electric Prunes,
Kenny Larkin,
The Young Rascals,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nico,
the Slits,
Slick Rick,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mission of Burma,
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.