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 Antigua and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Cameo to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
DNA,
The Monks,
Adolescents,
The Stooges,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Black Bananas,
EPMD,
Jeff Mills,
The Smiths,
The Divine Comedy,
Davy DMX,
Electric Prunes,
the Slits,
Swell Maps,
Thee Headcoats,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fear,
The Move,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Colin Newman,
Amon Düül,
Little Man,
The Sonics,
The Fire Engines,
Judy Mowatt,
Organ,
The Kinks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rites of Spring,
Moebius,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Martian,
Dave Gahan,
The Fuzztones,
Crooked Eye,
Barrington Levy,
The Happenings,
Black Moon,
Oblivians,
Pylon,
Rakim,
Archie Shepp,
KRS-One,
Brick,
Mantronix,
The Five Americans,
Kool Moe Dee,
Shuggie Otis,
Sound Behaviour,
Circle Jerks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Toni Rubio,
Camberwell Now,
Sonic Youth,
Grauzone,
Bootsy Collins,
Jeff Lynne,
Lindisfarne,
Mandrill,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Letta Mbulu,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
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.