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 Rwanda and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 güiro 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 Deadbeat to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Grandmaster Flash,
Letta Mbulu,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mandrill,
Eric Dolphy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Davy DMX,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Doors,
cv313,
kango's stein massive,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Second Layer,
Urselle,
Bluetip,
Mary Jane Girls,
Siglo XX,
Japan,
Quantec,
Desert Stars,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Curtis Mayfield,
MDC,
Throbbing Gristle,
Roger Hodgson,
Ohio Players,
Index,
Chrome,
June of 44,
June Days,
The Birthday Party,
Magma,
Harpers Bizarre,
Audionom,
Country Teasers,
Trumans Water,
Cheater Slicks,
Juan Atkins,
Suicide,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Zeros,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Smiths,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Associates,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Walker Brothers,
Isaac Hayes,
The Martian,
Wally Richardson,
Depeche Mode,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Archie Shepp,
Stereo Dub,
The Durutti Column,
The Gladiators,
Zapp,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.