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 Belgium and from Johannesburg.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the marimba 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 David Axelrod to the grime 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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
The Buckinghams,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Moby Grape,
Judy Mowatt,
Visage,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Trojans,
Masters at Work,
Hashim,
Make Up,
Radiohead,
Fad Gadget,
Kas Product,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Blancmange,
The Red Krayola,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Star Department,
Tommy Roe,
Jerry's Kids,
New Age Steppers,
Adolescents,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Roxy Music,
Outsiders,
Monolake,
X-Ray Spex,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Robert Hood,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Davy DMX,
Junior Murvin,
Pole,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tom Boy,
10cc,
Todd Terry,
Swell Maps,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eddi Front,
Q65,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Barracudas,
Vainqueur,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Doors,
A Certain Ratio,
Bang On A Can,
Liliput,
Rufus Thomas,
Derrick May,
Unrelated Segments,
The Slits,
The Young Rascals,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rosa Yemen,
the Bar-Kays,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.