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 Sierra Leone and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tokyo.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Tomorrow to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lou Christie,
Theoretical Girls,
Silicon Teens,
Skriet,
Minnie Riperton,
Scott Walker,
Slick Rick,
Con Funk Shun,
Cal Tjader,
Boz Scaggs,
Mad Mike,
Echospace,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Funky Four + One,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Donald Byrd,
The Names,
Arcadia,
The Modern Lovers,
Magazine,
Hot Snakes,
Gong,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gregory Isaacs,
Basic Channel,
T. Rex,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Count Five,
T.S.O.L.,
the Association,
The Real Kids,
Althea and Donna,
The Pretty Things,
Delon & Dalcan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Outsiders,
Sixth Finger,
Kevin Saunderson,
Flipper,
Bronski Beat,
Albert Ayler,
Von Mondo,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mark Hollis,
Kenny Larkin,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Can,
Grauzone,
Marc Almond,
Skaos,
The Last Poets,
Agitation Free,
Stereo Dub,
Q65,
Susan Cadogan,
Ronan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
X-Ray Spex,
Gabor Szabo,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.