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 Gabon and from Glasgow.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Amon Düül to the grunge 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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Oneida,
Fela Kuti,
Section 25,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rakim,
The New Christs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Malaria!,
Liliput,
Arab on Radar,
Peter & Gordon,
Reuben Wilson,
Nirvana,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Crispian St. Peters,
Girls At Our Best!,
Harpers Bizarre,
Soul II Soul,
Intrusion,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Misunderstood,
Jawbox,
X-102,
Motorama,
The Martian,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Deepchord,
Soft Cell,
Sixth Finger,
Bronski Beat,
Trumans Water,
Barrington Levy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Grey Daturas,
The Stooges,
Black Moon,
Fatback Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Half Japanese,
Los Fastidios,
The Associates,
Subhumans,
Depeche Mode,
Zapp,
Man Parrish,
Black Pus,
Quando Quango,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Piero Umiliani,
New York Dolls,
Ronnie Foster,
Nik Kershaw,
Duran Duran,
Urselle,
The Barracudas,
Kerri Chandler,
Bill Near,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cal Tjader,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.