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 India and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Portland.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Lucky Dragons to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry 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 grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Grandmaster Flash,
Davy DMX,
Unwound,
Henry Cow,
Gil Scott Heron,
Metal Thangz,
Von Mondo,
Connie Case,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Joensuu 1685,
Anakelly,
Junior Murvin,
Steve Hackett,
Sarah Menescal,
Ken Boothe,
The Associates,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Hot Snakes,
Hasil Adkins,
Chrome,
Theoretical Girls,
Deadbeat,
The Fortunes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Curtis Mayfield,
Talk Talk,
Quando Quango,
Wings,
Maurizio,
JFA,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Soul II Soul,
Monolake,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dual Sessions,
Soul Sonic Force,
June of 44,
Leonard Cohen,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Last Poets,
Gong,
Shuggie Otis,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mission of Burma,
Thompson Twins,
Moby Grape,
Neu!,
Angry Samoans,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Absolute Body Control,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ronnie Foster,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
David Bowie,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.