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 Bahamas and from Edmonton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 snare 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 Hashim to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Malaria!,
Marmalade,
Masters at Work,
The Buckinghams,
Neil Young,
Qualms,
Al Stewart,
Franke,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bootsy Collins,
Funky Four + One,
Rekid,
Nation of Ulysses,
Spoonie Gee,
Surgeon,
Joy Division,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Unrelated Segments,
Bobbi Humphrey,
New York Dolls,
Sällskapet,
Magazine,
Blake Baxter,
Jesper Dahlback,
Donald Byrd,
Buzzcocks,
Organ,
Desert Stars,
X-101,
Albert Ayler,
Freddie Wadling,
Black Flag,
Ice-T,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Delta 5,
Tres Demented,
Nik Kershaw,
Barbara Tucker,
The Selecter,
Danielle Patucci,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Association,
Slick Rick,
Au Pairs,
Connie Case,
Nick Fraelich,
Juan Atkins,
World's Most,
The Trojans,
Fugazi,
The Real Kids,
Panda Bear,
The Residents,
Ossler,
Suicide,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nico,
Davy DMX,
Oneida,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.