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 Tajikistan and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 David Bowie 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 Massinfluence to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a B.T. Express record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Public Image Ltd.,
Don Cherry,
Todd Rundgren,
Sight & Sound,
John Cale,
Guru Guru,
Joe Smooth,
Slick Rick,
Moby Grape,
The J.B.'s,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fluxion,
Robert Wyatt,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Seeds,
Roxette,
Morten Harket,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Josef K,
Alphaville,
Crooked Eye,
The Litter,
Gichy Dan,
New Age Steppers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lou Christie,
Kevin Saunderson,
David Bowie,
Animal Collective,
June of 44,
Prince Buster,
Vainqueur,
The Barracudas,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Deakin,
Tropical Tobacco,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ituana,
Althea and Donna,
The Velvet Underground,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Matthew Bourne,
The Sonics,
Mo-Dettes,
New York Dolls,
L. Decosne,
One Last Wish,
Radio Birdman,
Eve St. Jones,
Ice-T,
The Cramps,
X-102,
Simply Red,
48th St. Collective,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Electric Prunes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Durutti Column,
The Fuzztones,
the Sonics,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.