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 Thailand and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 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 Infiniti to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sight & Sound,
Eric B and Rakim,
The American Breed,
James White and The Blacks,
Metal Thangz,
Vainqueur,
KRS-One,
Bill Near,
Danielle Patucci,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Connie Case,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Pretty Things,
Donald Byrd,
Radiohead,
The Raincoats,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Toasters,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eric Copeland,
Skriet,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Robert Hood,
Barry Ungar,
Hoover,
Boredoms,
Johnny Clarke,
EPMD,
Todd Terry,
The Five Americans,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Young Marble Giants,
The Divine Comedy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dead Boys,
ABC,
Dave Gahan,
Hashim,
Ronnie Foster,
Moss Icon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Audionom,
Neu!,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Soulsonic Force,
Mission of Burma,
Mo-Dettes,
Matthew Bourne,
Soul II Soul,
Nick Fraelich,
Eurythmics,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.