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 Croatia and from Winnipeg.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 It's A Beautiful Day 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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tim Buckley,
Bootsy Collins,
Lower 48,
Morten Harket,
Black Pus,
Boz Scaggs,
Eric B and Rakim,
Matthew Bourne,
Harpers Bizarre,
Peter and Kerry,
Country Teasers,
The Moleskins,
Average White Band,
Warren Ellis,
Wally Richardson,
Make Up,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Amon Düül II,
Sandy B,
Kool Moe Dee,
Warsaw,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Velvet Underground,
Pantaleimon,
Parry Music,
Peter & Gordon,
The Fall,
Ronnie Foster,
Livin' Joy,
The Real Kids,
Rufus Thomas,
Pulsallama,
Harmonia,
The Vogues,
Nik Kershaw,
Eric Copeland,
Mars,
Roy Ayers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rotary Connection,
The Buckinghams,
The Searchers,
Roxette,
Reagan Youth,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Smoke,
Silicon Teens,
Lou Reed,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sixth Finger,
Yaz,
Ultravox,
Lakeside,
Nils Olav,
Little Man,
Yellowson,
Drexciya,
Marine Girls,
Flamin' Groovies,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.