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 Italy and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Stiv Bators,
Tim Buckley,
Aural Exciters,
The Real Kids,
Hardrive,
The Misunderstood,
Flash Fearless,
Bobby Sherman,
Kevin Saunderson,
Stetsasonic,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Minor Threat,
Funky Four + One,
Idris Muhammad,
Chrome,
Erasure,
Motorama,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Faust,
Quando Quango,
Sun City Girls,
Zapp,
Second Layer,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
K-Klass,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sight & Sound,
Grauzone,
Roxette,
Brass Construction,
Ituana,
Magma,
Peter & Gordon,
The Smiths,
Junior Murvin,
Camberwell Now,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Warren Ellis,
Technova,
Silicon Teens,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Wally Richardson,
John Cale,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Standells,
Organ,
Arthur Verocai,
Urselle,
Black Flag,
Ultra Naté,
Ice-T,
The Modern Lovers,
MC5,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
OOIOO,
Cymande,
Terry Callier,
Eric Dolphy,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.