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 Gabon and from Seoul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 MDC to the rap 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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Rites of Spring,
New York Dolls,
The Misunderstood,
Bootsy Collins,
The Knickerbockers,
Bobby Womack,
Whodini,
Radio Birdman,
Neu!,
Siglo XX,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Young Rascals,
Bronski Beat,
Echospace,
The Birthday Party,
Sex Pistols,
Harpers Bizarre,
Subhumans,
Arab on Radar,
Depeche Mode,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Massinfluence,
Deepchord,
The Toasters,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bill Wells,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Moss Icon,
Drexciya,
Kerrie Biddell,
Alice Coltrane,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
DJ Style,
Royal Trux,
Brass Construction,
Joey Negro,
Lyres,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Skatalites,
John Cale,
Johnny Clarke,
Das Ding,
Erykah Badu,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Unrelated Segments,
Chris Corsano,
Nick Fraelich,
Procol Harum,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tommy Roe,
Joyce Sims,
The Busters,
The Mojo Men,
Rekid,
Mars,
Monolake,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.