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 India 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sam Rivers to the rock 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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Fatback Band,
Yellowson,
The Angels of Light,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tropical Tobacco,
China Crisis,
Bobby Womack,
Hashim,
Man Eating Sloth,
Silicon Teens,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Normal,
Theoretical Girls,
Josef K,
The Knickerbockers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Mojo Men,
Jimmy McGriff,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Liliput,
Echospace,
Scan 7,
Johnny Clarke,
Swans,
Roy Ayers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Monolake,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Vladislav Delay,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sixth Finger,
Joe Smooth,
Susan Cadogan,
The Velvet Underground,
Wire,
Rotary Connection,
Michelle Simonal,
Zero Boys,
The Gladiators,
Kayak,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Doors,
Lindisfarne,
The Offenders,
Barrington Levy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Harry Pussy,
Massinfluence,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Tears for Fears,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Alarm Clocks,
Scratch Acid,
Trumans Water,
Wings,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Shuggie Otis,
Jerry's Kids,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.