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 Lebanon 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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Seoul.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Jeru the Damaja to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Angry Samoans,
JFA,
Cecil Taylor,
Boredoms,
Dave Gahan,
Infiniti,
Henry Cow,
Underground Resistance,
Lou Reed,
Dark Day,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Television,
Tears for Fears,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Black Flag,
Crooked Eye,
The Zeros,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Slits,
Judy Mowatt,
Josef K,
Laurel Aitken,
Bootsy Collins,
Barclay James Harvest,
Flash Fearless,
Harry Pussy,
Minutemen,
Soft Machine,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sight & Sound,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kaleidoscope,
Newcleus,
Matthew Bourne,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rosa Yemen,
The Sound,
The Gap Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
Michelle Simonal,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Alphaville,
Symarip,
Soul Sonic Force,
KRS-One,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rotary Connection,
Liliput,
Dennis Brown,
Moss Icon,
Black Pus,
Surgeon,
Aural Exciters,
Roxette,
the Slits,
Wasted Youth,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Hasil Adkins,
Colin Newman,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.