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 Estonia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 Milan and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 OOIOO to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Bad Manners,
Lucky Dragons,
The Trojans,
Delta 5,
Agent Orange,
Charles Mingus,
Stetsasonic,
Suicide,
Hot Snakes,
Index,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
David Axelrod,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
A Certain Ratio,
Sällskapet,
Gabor Szabo,
Smog,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Aloha Tigers,
The Golliwogs,
Excepter,
Robert Görl,
Ice-T,
X-102,
a-ha,
Godley & Creme,
Von Mondo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Masters at Work,
Max Romeo,
Tres Demented,
MDC,
Groovy Waters,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Grass Roots,
Main Source,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Monks,
The Count Five,
Archie Shepp,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Wolf Eyes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Suburban Knight,
In Retrospect,
Sex Pistols,
Jeff Mills,
Urselle,
Grauzone,
June of 44,
Nas,
Gichy Dan,
Carl Craig,
Iggy Pop,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Depeche Mode,
Ken Boothe,
Flamin' Groovies,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.