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 United States and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Minor Threat to the crunk 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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Agitation Free,
Blossom Toes,
Juan Atkins,
Bauhaus,
Chrome,
Scientists,
Boz Scaggs,
DJ Style,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Minutemen,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
F. McDonald,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lakeside,
Joensuu 1685,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Hasil Adkins,
Graham Central Station,
Fort Wilson Riot,
China Crisis,
The Five Americans,
Zero Boys,
The Black Dice,
Guru Guru,
Mission of Burma,
Sixth Finger,
KRS-One,
Beasts of Bourbon,
T. Rex,
The Velvet Underground,
Visage,
Pierre Henry,
Frankie Knuckles,
In Retrospect,
The Star Department,
Toni Rubio,
Terrestrial Tones,
Magma,
Ash Ra Tempel,
B.T. Express,
Warren Ellis,
Porter Ricks,
Aural Exciters,
Suicide,
Tommy Roe,
Lou Christie,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Royal Trux,
Albert Ayler,
Negative Approach,
Chris & Cosey,
The Busters,
Soft Machine,
Wire,
Faust,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gichy Dan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.