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 Laos and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Robert Palmer 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 The Wake to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Christie,
Symarip,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Skriet,
Ituana,
Liliput,
Monolake,
Marvin Gaye,
Maurizio,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pussy Galore,
Al Stewart,
Carl Craig,
The Music Machine,
The Real Kids,
Mo-Dettes,
The Seeds,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Jeff Mills,
David Axelrod,
Fear,
Public Image Ltd.,
D'Angelo,
Cal Tjader,
The Fugs,
Inner City,
Gang of Four,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Barracudas,
Godley & Creme,
Outsiders,
Jesper Dahlback,
Aural Exciters,
Ludus,
Accadde A,
Reagan Youth,
The Zeros,
Judy Mowatt,
Half Japanese,
Neil Young,
The Walker Brothers,
The Offenders,
Clear Light,
The Trojans,
Oblivians,
Graham Central Station,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bang On A Can,
Chrome,
Brand Nubian,
Dave Gahan,
Slick Rick,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Victims,
Deadbeat,
Wasted Youth,
Gang Starr,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.