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 Serbia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 arpeggiator 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 Joey Negro to the rap 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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Hot Snakes,
Crooked Eye,
Babytalk,
Jerry's Kids,
Rosa Yemen,
Michelle Simonal,
Motorama,
Radiohead,
Sex Pistols,
Grey Daturas,
PIL,
Marmalade,
Blossom Toes,
Crispy Ambulance,
The United States of America,
Negative Approach,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eden Ahbez,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Inner City,
Max Romeo,
Junior Murvin,
Stockholm Monsters,
Intrusion,
EPMD,
Scott Walker,
Q65,
Funkadelic,
Camberwell Now,
Tom Boy,
Excepter,
Prince Buster,
Altered Images,
The Red Krayola,
Stereo Dub,
The Techniques,
a-ha,
the Human League,
Rod Modell,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Slackers,
Mad Mike,
Bootsy Collins,
Absolute Body Control,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Hardrive,
Iggy Pop,
Lucky Dragons,
Zapp,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Sound,
Model 500,
Barclay James Harvest,
Skriet,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Quando Quango,
Derrick May,
Rites of Spring,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.