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 Kazakhstan and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Erasure to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Lungfish,
Simply Red,
Franke,
Michelle Simonal,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ludus,
Alton Ellis,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Soul Sonic Force,
Connie Case,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Erykah Badu,
Tubeway Army,
The Happenings,
Skaos,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Electric Prunes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jawbox,
The Five Americans,
Shoche,
The Names,
Sound Behaviour,
The Techniques,
Mark Hollis,
Godley & Creme,
Iggy Pop,
Country Joe & The Fish,
KRS-One,
FM Einheit,
Derrick Morgan,
John Cale,
Dennis Brown,
David Bowie,
Boredoms,
Kas Product,
The Pop Group,
Das Ding,
The Blues Magoos,
The Moleskins,
Circle Jerks,
The Blackbyrds,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gang Starr,
Neu!,
Flipper,
Underground Resistance,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
David Axelrod,
Crispian St. Peters,
Howard Jones,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Excepter,
the Human League,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sun City Girls,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Suicide,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.