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 Estonia 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Clear Light to the crunk 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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. 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 clarinet and a chamberlin 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 spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Black Pus,
Suicide,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
DJ Style,
New York Dolls,
The Fortunes,
Pantaleimon,
Aaron Thompson,
The Standells,
Mad Mike,
Donny Hathaway,
Nico,
Second Layer,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ronan,
cv313,
Don Cherry,
Siglo XX,
Maleditus Sound,
Harry Pussy,
Brand Nubian,
Kool Moe Dee,
Circle Jerks,
The Wake,
Suburban Knight,
Make Up,
The Barracudas,
Agitation Free,
Porter Ricks,
E-Dancer,
The Birthday Party,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Animal Collective,
Bill Wells,
DJ Sneak,
Quantec,
John Foxx,
Bootsy Collins,
Das Ding,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Minnie Riperton,
Judy Mowatt,
FM Einheit,
Adolescents,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dead Boys,
The Toasters,
Robert Görl,
Roger Hodgson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Reagan Youth,
Blake Baxter,
Radiopuhelimet,
Average White Band,
Ken Boothe,
David Bowie,
The Move,
Morten Harket,
Hot Snakes,
Joyce Sims,
Stetsasonic,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.