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 Colombia and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the funk 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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Pop Group,
Sex Pistols,
Reagan Youth,
Circle Jerks,
La Düsseldorf,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Litter,
Eddi Front,
The Real Kids,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bobby Womack,
Erykah Badu,
Hashim,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Swans,
Letta Mbulu,
Urselle,
The Moody Blues,
The Blackbyrds,
Minutemen,
This Heat,
Tres Demented,
Bill Wells,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fela Kuti,
The Victims,
Carl Craig,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Junior Murvin,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Skarface,
Arcadia,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Soulsonic Force,
Kool Moe Dee,
Das Ding,
The Fuzztones,
The Music Machine,
Godley & Creme,
Brick,
Rapeman,
Faraquet,
Ronan,
Accadde A,
Arthur Verocai,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Cybotron,
Organ,
Eric Copeland,
Sandy B,
World's Most,
U.S. Maple,
Eric B and Rakim,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Moby Grape,
Sound Behaviour,
Soul II Soul,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.