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 Fiji and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bremen.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the 808 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 Motorama to the crunk 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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sixth Finger,
Nik Kershaw,
Lebanon Hanover,
Smog,
China Crisis,
Black Pus,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Shadows of Knight,
Reuben Wilson,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nils Olav,
The Knickerbockers,
John Coltrane,
Wasted Youth,
Make Up,
Pole,
Jeff Mills,
Lyres,
Joensuu 1685,
Porter Ricks,
Pussy Galore,
Kayak,
Public Image Ltd.,
Swell Maps,
Ultravox,
Scratch Acid,
Rites of Spring,
Ituana,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Minny Pops,
Metal Thangz,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Urselle,
Wire,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fatback Band,
A Certain Ratio,
Laurel Aitken,
Fela Kuti,
The Selecter,
Alton Ellis,
The Move,
Gichy Dan,
Niagra,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Last Poets,
Cecil Taylor,
Yusef Lateef,
Kurtis Blow,
Can,
Panda Bear,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pantytec,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Slave,
Whodini,
Hoover,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Moleskins,
Maurizio,
Babytalk,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.