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 Namibia and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Remains. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Rapeman,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bill Near,
Todd Terry,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jacob Miller,
Cal Tjader,
Q and Not U,
The Doors,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sarah Menescal,
Grauzone,
Television,
Bronski Beat,
Dark Day,
Young Marble Giants,
Sandy B,
Echospace,
Junior Murvin,
The United States of America,
Pagans,
Parry Music,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Delon & Dalcan,
LL Cool J,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Black Flag,
The Slackers,
Crooked Eye,
Gang Green,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Moss Icon,
Tim Buckley,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Black Bananas,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rhythm & Sound,
Urselle,
Kas Product,
Alton Ellis,
Circle Jerks,
Colin Newman,
Reagan Youth,
Soft Cell,
Barry Ungar,
Soulsonic Force,
Pussy Galore,
Scan 7,
David Bowie,
Judy Mowatt,
Angry Samoans,
Icehouse,
The Moleskins,
Letta Mbulu,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mad Mike,
Ralphi Rosario,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.