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 Columbus.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 Thee Headcoats to the electroclash 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 The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Public Image Ltd.,
Roy Ayers,
Sight & Sound,
Joe Smooth,
Carl Craig,
The Dead C,
Con Funk Shun,
Funkadelic,
Girls At Our Best!,
Supertramp,
Drexciya,
La Düsseldorf,
Scientists,
Eden Ahbez,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Reagan Youth,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Robert Görl,
David McCallum,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cameo,
The Techniques,
The Selecter,
The Mummies,
Crime,
Metal Thangz,
Basic Channel,
Glambeats Corp.,
Brand Nubian,
Pantytec,
Y Pants,
Ludus,
Funky Four + One,
Joensuu 1685,
Talk Talk,
Bobby Womack,
Graham Central Station,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Man Parrish,
The Fall,
China Crisis,
The Monochrome Set,
Dark Day,
Gregory Isaacs,
Blossom Toes,
The Divine Comedy,
Wally Richardson,
Japan,
Mad Mike,
Deepchord,
The Walker Brothers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Young Rascals,
The Cure,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Litter,
Royal Trux,
Camouflage,
The Dave Clark Five,
Aloha Tigers,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.