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 Latvia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 snare 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 Rites of Spring to the grunge 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
X-101,
Patti Smith,
Amon Düül II,
The Pop Group,
Banda Bassotti,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Barracudas,
The Monochrome Set,
Black Bananas,
The Alarm Clocks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lou Reed,
K-Klass,
Dawn Penn,
Underground Resistance,
Warren Ellis,
Surgeon,
The Count Five,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Gories,
Wire,
Schoolly D,
Bootsy Collins,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Metal Thangz,
Sixth Finger,
Joey Negro,
Aural Exciters,
Grandmaster Flash,
EPMD,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Flesh Eaters,
Zapp,
Spandau Ballet,
One Last Wish,
Davy DMX,
Todd Terry,
Eric Copeland,
the Slits,
Danielle Patucci,
8 Eyed Spy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Blossom Toes,
Ponytail,
Black Sheep,
Inner City,
Tomorrow,
Crime,
The Moody Blues,
Echospace,
The Residents,
Audionom,
Donny Hathaway,
OOIOO,
Dual Sessions,
Nas,
Television Personalities,
Erykah Badu,
The Doors,
The Blues Magoos,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.