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 Ukraine and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and New York.
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 arpeggiator 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Niagra,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eric B and Rakim,
Slave,
Kaleidoscope,
Darondo,
Japan,
Circle Jerks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
New York Dolls,
Qualms,
Kevin Saunderson,
Harpers Bizarre,
Oneida,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sound Behaviour,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Matthew Halsall,
Brothers Johnson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Derrick May,
Minnie Riperton,
The Slackers,
Gang Starr,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
10cc,
Skarface,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Stockholm Monsters,
U.S. Maple,
The Last Poets,
Audionom,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Clear Light,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Don Cherry,
Moebius,
Flamin' Groovies,
Scientists,
Morten Harket,
Rod Modell,
Gang Green,
Young Marble Giants,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jeff Lynne,
The Kinks,
Soul II Soul,
Sun City Girls,
The Doors,
Subhumans,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Knickerbockers,
DNA,
The Fuzztones,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tim Buckley,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.