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 Bhutan and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 The Velvet Underground to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Victims. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Be Bop Deluxe,
T.S.O.L.,
New Age Steppers,
Bob Dylan,
The Star Department,
Blossom Toes,
Country Teasers,
the Soft Cell,
Roger Hodgson,
Pere Ubu,
Babytalk,
Average White Band,
Bluetip,
Pet Shop Boys,
Marcia Griffiths,
K-Klass,
Eli Mardock,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gastr Del Sol,
Toni Rubio,
Skriet,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
June of 44,
Todd Terry,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Youth Brigade,
The Dead C,
The Knickerbockers,
Joey Negro,
The Walker Brothers,
Robert Hood,
Kas Product,
Sandy B,
Ken Boothe,
Barclay James Harvest,
Goldenarms,
Sam Rivers,
Crash Course in Science,
Marvin Gaye,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Radiohead,
Shoche,
The Red Krayola,
Derrick Morgan,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cheater Slicks,
Q and Not U,
Zapp,
The United States of America,
Radiopuhelimet,
Harmonia,
Godley & Creme,
Joyce Sims,
Gichy Dan,
Sällskapet,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Slits,
La Düsseldorf,
Byron Stingily,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.