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 Malawi and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 mellotron 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 Saccharine Trust to the electroclash 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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Y Pants,
Tom Boy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Organ,
The Names,
Khruangbin,
Hardrive,
K-Klass,
The Electric Prunes,
Liliput,
The Monks,
Ice-T,
David Bowie,
Lyres,
The Buckinghams,
Thompson Twins,
Dennis Brown,
The Five Americans,
Barbara Tucker,
Sparks,
Rosa Yemen,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jawbox,
Arab on Radar,
CMW,
Dawn Penn,
Sam Rivers,
Sun City Girls,
The Fuzztones,
PIL,
Marvin Gaye,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Trumans Water,
Roger Hodgson,
Crooked Eye,
Joensuu 1685,
Nik Kershaw,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sight & Sound,
Nick Fraelich,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Delta 5,
Lower 48,
the Sonics,
Drive Like Jehu,
Los Fastidios,
Monolake,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Thee Headcoats,
Talk Talk,
Interpol,
The Pop Group,
Agitation Free,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Slits,
Kevin Saunderson,
Maurizio,
The Blues Magoos,
Skarface,
The Standells,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.