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 Costa Rica and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Dual Sessions to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Black Flag,
Ponytail,
The Slits,
Sex Pistols,
Connie Case,
Pere Ubu,
U.S. Maple,
Mantronix,
Main Source,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Stereo Dub,
Model 500,
The Knickerbockers,
Bizarre Inc.,
CMW,
Suburban Knight,
Dead Boys,
Slick Rick,
Deakin,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Wake,
Outsiders,
Banda Bassotti,
Archie Shepp,
Das Ding,
The Offenders,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
MDC,
Alton Ellis,
Subhumans,
EPMD,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Arcadia,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Skriet,
Black Sheep,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bootsy Collins,
Lou Christie,
Joe Smooth,
John Holt,
The Velvet Underground,
Mark Hollis,
Zapp,
Moss Icon,
The Last Poets,
Fluxion,
Fear,
Big Daddy Kane,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ronnie Foster,
DNA,
The Buckinghams,
The Star Department,
Fela Kuti,
Lucky Dragons,
Talk Talk,
MC5,
Hashim,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.