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 Kyrgyzstan and from Copenhagen.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Cymande to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Echospace,
The Knickerbockers,
Quando Quango,
L. Decosne,
Mary Jane Girls,
Piero Umiliani,
The Leaves,
Buzzcocks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pantaleimon,
Donald Byrd,
Freddie Wadling,
The Gap Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Minutemen,
Deakin,
Sixth Finger,
The Stooges,
Fifty Foot Hose,
DNA,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Royal Trux,
Audionom,
Make Up,
Accadde A,
Shoche,
Brothers Johnson,
Soft Cell,
Fad Gadget,
Oneida,
Zero Boys,
X-101,
Y Pants,
Flash Fearless,
Thee Headcoats,
Q and Not U,
Lungfish,
T.S.O.L.,
Babytalk,
Saccharine Trust,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sällskapet,
Simply Red,
Skriet,
The Cowsills,
Mission of Burma,
Absolute Body Control,
Eric Dolphy,
John Foxx,
Tropical Tobacco,
Duran Duran,
Youth Brigade,
The Dirtbombs,
Chris Corsano,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.