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 Mali 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Laurel Aitken to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pulsallama,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Cameo,
Pierre Henry,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Barrington Levy,
Nils Olav,
The Martian,
Interpol,
The Fire Engines,
CMW,
Oblivians,
Rosa Yemen,
Slave,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bill Wells,
Depeche Mode,
Roxy Music,
The Gladiators,
Robert Görl,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Buzzcocks,
Wings,
Bizarre Inc.,
Youth Brigade,
Steve Hackett,
Average White Band,
Pagans,
Loose Ends,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Idris Muhammad,
Tommy Roe,
Yazoo,
Rufus Thomas,
Dorothy Ashby,
New Order,
Joy Division,
Index,
Jeru the Damaja,
Y Pants,
Cymande,
Avey Tare,
The Monochrome Set,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eric B and Rakim,
Boogie Down Productions,
Moby Grape,
Liliput,
Juan Atkins,
The Seeds,
Franke,
Tears for Fears,
Aaron Thompson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Angels of Light,
Harry Pussy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tim Buckley,
Procol Harum,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.