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 Qatar and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Paris.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Neon Judgement to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
R.M.O.,
The Motions,
The Real Kids,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Main Source,
Talk Talk,
The Smoke,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eurythmics,
Stockholm Monsters,
ABC,
Max Romeo,
Blossom Toes,
Barrington Levy,
The Gladiators,
Brothers Johnson,
The Beau Brummels,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Funky Four + One,
Pantytec,
Mantronix,
Nico,
Severed Heads,
Howard Jones,
Joey Negro,
Fela Kuti,
Morten Harket,
Junior Murvin,
Icehouse,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sixth Finger,
Masters at Work,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jawbox,
The Litter,
Lungfish,
Pussy Galore,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Henry Cow,
Unwound,
Nick Fraelich,
Donny Hathaway,
Monolake,
Buzzcocks,
Popol Vuh,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Dave Clark Five,
Marvin Gaye,
Duran Duran,
Inner City,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ultra Naté,
Accadde A,
Kenny Larkin,
Oblivians,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ornette Coleman,
The Divine Comedy,
Make Up,
The Victims,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.