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 New Zealand and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 linndrum 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 Marshall Jefferson to the crunk 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Mars,
The Happenings,
Lightning Bolt,
Von Mondo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Freddie Wadling,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Stockholm Monsters,
Scrapy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Marvin Gaye,
Kaleidoscope,
Faust,
the Normal,
the Swans,
Man Parrish,
Minny Pops,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Laurel Aitken,
Janne Schatter,
The Tremeloes,
Hardrive,
Camberwell Now,
Morten Harket,
Lower 48,
Crispy Ambulance,
Supertramp,
Cybotron,
Rufus Thomas,
Porter Ricks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nils Olav,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pere Ubu,
Little Man,
Wolf Eyes,
Bluetip,
Yusef Lateef,
Iggy Pop,
This Heat,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rites of Spring,
Excepter,
The United States of America,
Terrestrial Tones,
OOIOO,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rakim,
CMW,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Slick Rick,
Livin' Joy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Audionom,
The Birthday Party,
Kerrie Biddell,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Boz Scaggs,
Tears for Fears,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.