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 Afghanistan and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The United States of America to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Faust,
Marcia Griffiths,
The J.B.'s,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Absolute Body Control,
Pierre Henry,
Idris Muhammad,
DNA,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Peter & Gordon,
Zapp,
F. McDonald,
Quando Quango,
Essential Logic,
Rakim,
the Human League,
Quadrant,
The Music Machine,
Tomorrow,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Pop Group,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Slits,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tubeway Army,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Henry Cow,
Tres Demented,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
DJ Sneak,
U.S. Maple,
Deakin,
Inner City,
Crime,
The Count Five,
Lakeside,
Donald Byrd,
LL Cool J,
the Soft Cell,
Andrew Hill,
The Wake,
Mandrill,
Audionom,
Zero Boys,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sam Rivers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Moby Grape,
Roxette,
Swell Maps,
World's Most,
The Electric Prunes,
Sun Ra,
Wire,
Arthur Verocai,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Selecter,
T.S.O.L.,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Juan Atkins,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.