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 Tajikistan and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Carl Craig to the rock 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 The Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Tommy Roe,
Josef K,
The Saints,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Young Rascals,
Eric Dolphy,
Motorama,
Scott Walker,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Black Bananas,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eli Mardock,
Deadbeat,
Sun City Girls,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Fortunes,
Matthew Halsall,
Tom Boy,
Agitation Free,
the Slits,
Scratch Acid,
Black Sheep,
Sex Pistols,
Yaz,
Pussy Galore,
The Vogues,
CMW,
Peter and Kerry,
The Dead C,
Rakim,
The Residents,
Joey Negro,
Livin' Joy,
Alice Coltrane,
Spandau Ballet,
Skriet,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pere Ubu,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Absolute Body Control,
Jacob Miller,
Underground Resistance,
Nas,
Anthony Braxton,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
New York Dolls,
EPMD,
Slick Rick,
Interpol,
Arthur Verocai,
Glenn Branca,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
a-ha,
The American Breed,
Fluxion,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Von Mondo,
Yusef Lateef,
One Last Wish,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.