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 Bolivia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 marimba 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 Brick to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Pagans,
Slick Rick,
DJ Sneak,
the Fania All-Stars,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Robert Görl,
Mary Jane Girls,
Joensuu 1685,
Sister Nancy,
Essential Logic,
Juan Atkins,
Marshall Jefferson,
EPMD,
Curtis Mayfield,
Urselle,
Cymande,
The Kinks,
Television Personalities,
Outsiders,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mandrill,
Loose Ends,
Blossom Toes,
Nirvana,
The Red Krayola,
Derrick Morgan,
Pharoah Sanders,
Terry Callier,
John Lydon,
Roger Hodgson,
The Mummies,
Aswad,
The Dirtbombs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Searchers,
Josef K,
Flamin' Groovies,
Andrew Hill,
The Young Rascals,
Harry Pussy,
Soul Sonic Force,
PIL,
Agitation Free,
Bobby Womack,
Dave Gahan,
Eric Dolphy,
June of 44,
Con Funk Shun,
Jeru the Damaja,
Funkadelic,
Lyres,
The Happenings,
the Bar-Kays,
Infiniti,
Arthur Verocai,
Zero Boys,
The Grass Roots,
These Immortal Souls,
Newcleus,
Soulsonic Force,
The Offenders,
Harpers Bizarre,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.