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 Indonesia and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 snare 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 Trumans Water to the electroclash 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Anthony Braxton,
Radio Birdman,
Soul II Soul,
David Bowie,
Sun City Girls,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Smog,
Bauhaus,
Banda Bassotti,
Harpers Bizarre,
Matthew Halsall,
Khruangbin,
Livin' Joy,
Rites of Spring,
The Kinks,
Young Marble Giants,
Accadde A,
Ultra Naté,
Scratch Acid,
Arab on Radar,
La Düsseldorf,
Dawn Penn,
Tim Buckley,
Drexciya,
Inner City,
Duran Duran,
Ludus,
Anakelly,
John Lydon,
Newcleus,
The Velvet Underground,
The Zeros,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Happenings,
Black Bananas,
James White and The Blacks,
Magazine,
Public Image Ltd.,
Altered Images,
Roxette,
Alice Coltrane,
Average White Band,
Bobby Byrd,
The Fire Engines,
Bootsy Collins,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Gladiators,
Joensuu 1685,
Colin Newman,
Mantronix,
Roy Ayers,
Black Sheep,
Black Moon,
Faust,
Organ,
Moby Grape,
Zapp,
Cal Tjader,
Can,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.