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 Libya and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Jakarta.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the güiro 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the grunge 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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jimmy McGriff,
Joe Finger,
D'Angelo,
Stetsasonic,
kango's stein massive,
Banda Bassotti,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Electric Prunes,
Q and Not U,
48th St. Collective,
Pagans,
Adolescents,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Black Flag,
Pantaleimon,
Sandy B,
Parry Music,
R.M.O.,
Lightning Bolt,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rakim,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Todd Rundgren,
Throbbing Gristle,
U.S. Maple,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Big Daddy Kane,
Harry Pussy,
Monolake,
Deadbeat,
The Mojo Men,
Roxette,
Barry Ungar,
Fat Boys,
Barrington Levy,
Audionom,
Leonard Cohen,
Max Romeo,
Anakelly,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Erasure,
Unwound,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ten City,
Jawbox,
Electric Prunes,
Judy Mowatt,
Brothers Johnson,
Neil Young,
Can,
UT,
Rod Modell,
Malaria!,
Flipper,
ABBA,
Section 25,
Second Layer,
Gang Green,
Massinfluence,
KRS-One,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.