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 Mexico and from Mexico City.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Beijing.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Newcleus to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Country Teasers,
Black Flag,
Eric Dolphy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Liliput,
The Barracudas,
the Normal,
Franke,
Brand Nubian,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Accadde A,
The Leaves,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gang of Four,
New Age Steppers,
The Victims,
Max Romeo,
The Moleskins,
Bobby Sherman,
Porter Ricks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kool Moe Dee,
Matthew Bourne,
Dark Day,
X-102,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Blackbyrds,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ornette Coleman,
DNA,
48th St. Collective,
Dennis Brown,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Scrapy,
Amon Düül,
The Slits,
Curtis Mayfield,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Spandau Ballet,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Susan Cadogan,
Zapp,
Donny Hathaway,
Brass Construction,
The Mojo Men,
LL Cool J,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lalann,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Skaos,
The Detroit Cobras,
Soft Cell,
Faraquet,
Slave,
Organ,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Japan,
Crispy Ambulance,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.