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 Georgia and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Second Layer to the grime 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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Y Pants,
Sällskapet,
Chrome,
Barclay James Harvest,
Newcleus,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Unrelated Segments,
Archie Shepp,
Loose Ends,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
China Crisis,
the Sonics,
Vainqueur,
Scion,
The J.B.'s,
Wire,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ash Ra Tempel,
DJ Sneak,
Jeff Lynne,
David Axelrod,
Alphaville,
Kas Product,
Deepchord,
Tears for Fears,
Bush Tetras,
Smog,
Frankie Knuckles,
H. Thieme,
Marc Almond,
Tommy Roe,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Fania All-Stars,
Surgeon,
PIL,
Man Parrish,
Kaleidoscope,
Skarface,
Radio Birdman,
B.T. Express,
Iggy Pop,
Boogie Down Productions,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Marvin Gaye,
Davy DMX,
ABBA,
Chris & Cosey,
The Flesh Eaters,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Laurel Aitken,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Count Five,
Panda Bear,
Los Fastidios,
Scott Walker,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cecil Taylor,
Jesper Dahlback,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.