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 Samoa and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 June of 44 to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Surgeon,
Davy DMX,
Robert Hood,
Aural Exciters,
Basic Channel,
Joey Negro,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lou Reed,
Suicide,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Maurizio,
Cal Tjader,
Sandy B,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Underground Resistance,
Tres Demented,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Juan Atkins,
Marshall Jefferson,
Connie Case,
Donny Hathaway,
Kevin Saunderson,
Buzzcocks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Charles Mingus,
The Index,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Gun Club,
Roxette,
Parry Music,
The Human League,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Terry Callier,
Soft Machine,
Gabor Szabo,
Dorothy Ashby,
MDC,
Scratch Acid,
Alison Limerick,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eve St. Jones,
Newcleus,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fatback Band,
Mandrill,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Saints,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jerry's Kids,
The Star Department,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Faust,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.