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 Iceland and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fatback Band,
John Foxx,
The Wake,
Graham Central Station,
The Fortunes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Black Sheep,
David Bowie,
The New Christs,
Joey Negro,
Crooked Eye,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lightning Bolt,
Grey Daturas,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
MC5,
Theoretical Girls,
The Grass Roots,
Magazine,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lindisfarne,
World's Most,
Marine Girls,
James White and The Blacks,
Mark Hollis,
The Doobie Brothers,
Panda Bear,
EPMD,
Nation of Ulysses,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Deakin,
Clear Light,
Alice Coltrane,
The Moleskins,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Funkadelic,
Second Layer,
The Divine Comedy,
Index,
Frankie Knuckles,
Moss Icon,
Sonny Sharrock,
Prince Buster,
Brick,
Big Daddy Kane,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Faraquet,
Subhumans,
Peter and Kerry,
Scientists,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bill Wells,
the Bar-Kays,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Moody Blues,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mission of Burma,
Derrick Morgan,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.