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 Cameroon and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Standells to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Rod Modell,
the Bar-Kays,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gerry Rafferty,
Excepter,
Black Sheep,
Bluetip,
Franke,
Fat Boys,
Todd Rundgren,
Dead Boys,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Martian,
Kurtis Blow,
the Human League,
Don Cherry,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ultra Naté,
Soul II Soul,
Banda Bassotti,
Ludus,
The Five Americans,
The Mojo Men,
Barrington Levy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Little Man,
Althea and Donna,
The Angels of Light,
John Lydon,
ABC,
The Victims,
Boogie Down Productions,
Motorama,
Vladislav Delay,
Rhythm & Sound,
Quadrant,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sparks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Letta Mbulu,
Scratch Acid,
The Stooges,
EPMD,
Roxette,
Alton Ellis,
Iggy Pop,
These Immortal Souls,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sun Ra,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Deadbeat,
The Trojans,
Sarah Menescal,
Soft Cell,
Main Source,
Procol Harum,
The Gladiators,
Derrick May,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.