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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Sao Paulo.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Q and Not U to the techno 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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Stiv Bators,
Maurizio,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pantaleimon,
Television,
The Gories,
Harpers Bizarre,
Black Bananas,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pere Ubu,
Roxy Music,
Country Teasers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Motorama,
The Electric Prunes,
Sixth Finger,
Essential Logic,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Gun Club,
Crooked Eye,
Black Pus,
Ituana,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Selecter,
Judy Mowatt,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Suburban Knight,
This Heat,
The Saints,
Cluster,
Lou Christie,
The Red Krayola,
The Motions,
Rakim,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
F. McDonald,
Graham Central Station,
The Litter,
The Count Five,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Quantec,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pussy Galore,
DJ Sneak,
Hardrive,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sandy B,
Technova,
Dual Sessions,
Japan,
The Smiths,
Joy Division,
Fugazi,
Sun City Girls,
The Slits,
Crime,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eli Mardock,
KRS-One,
Schoolly D,
Iggy Pop,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.