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 Samoa and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Nile Rodgers 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 The Kinks to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Donny Hathaway,
Lucky Dragons,
10cc,
Intrusion,
Goldenarms,
Television,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Blackbyrds,
Fluxion,
Japan,
Blossom Toes,
Groovy Waters,
Theoretical Girls,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
New York Dolls,
Wings,
The Dead C,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Vladislav Delay,
Gastr Del Sol,
Henry Cow,
Country Teasers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Soft Cell,
Newcleus,
Ituana,
Duran Duran,
Toni Rubio,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lungfish,
Joy Division,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Flesh Eaters,
Unwound,
Traffic Nightmare,
Con Funk Shun,
Dawn Penn,
Sam Rivers,
Simply Red,
Minor Threat,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bobby Sherman,
Sight & Sound,
Brothers Johnson,
Neu!,
The Wake,
Chrome,
Royal Trux,
Gong,
Idris Muhammad,
PIL,
Maurizio,
Derrick Morgan,
Liliput,
Kurtis Blow,
Tommy Roe,
Arcadia,
Curtis Mayfield,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.