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 Austria 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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 chamberlin 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 Supertramp to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Crash Course in Science,
Quantec,
Dark Day,
Jacques Brel,
Barrington Levy,
Gang Green,
Maurizio,
Tears for Fears,
The J.B.'s,
Hasil Adkins,
New York Dolls,
Big Daddy Kane,
Japan,
Cymande,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eddi Front,
Reagan Youth,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Flamin' Groovies,
Brick,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pussy Galore,
Henry Cow,
Steve Hackett,
Eurythmics,
Bizarre Inc.,
Davy DMX,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gong,
Scratch Acid,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Donny Hathaway,
Delon & Dalcan,
Country Teasers,
Main Source,
Skarface,
Yellowson,
Intrusion,
Dennis Brown,
Scion,
Ohio Players,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Graham Central Station,
The Victims,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Searchers,
Marc Almond,
Pulsallama,
X-102,
June Days,
Audionom,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mars,
Kenny Larkin,
Oneida,
The Techniques,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.