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 Angola and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 snare 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 Public Image Ltd. to the disco 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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
The Fall,
Country Teasers,
Black Sheep,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
UT,
Nick Fraelich,
The Saints,
The Count Five,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Smiths,
Hoover,
Brass Construction,
X-102,
Panda Bear,
The J.B.'s,
Pet Shop Boys,
Interpol,
Sugar Minott,
Letta Mbulu,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Black Moon,
The Seeds,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Urselle,
Sister Nancy,
Lucky Dragons,
PIL,
Fela Kuti,
Warren Ellis,
Jerry's Kids,
Subhumans,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rotary Connection,
Rakim,
Joyce Sims,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Alison Limerick,
Yellowson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Aswad,
Pantytec,
Index,
Black Bananas,
The Doobie Brothers,
Suburban Knight,
Judy Mowatt,
Jacques Brel,
Iggy Pop,
Flash Fearless,
Fugazi,
H. Thieme,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
These Immortal Souls,
The Angels of Light,
Donald Byrd,
Section 25,
Junior Murvin,
Gang Green,
Mo-Dettes,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.