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 Morocco and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Trojans to the rap 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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Boogie Down Productions,
Dave Gahan,
The Velvet Underground,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Livin' Joy,
Kas Product,
Ossler,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Knickerbockers,
Judy Mowatt,
CMW,
The Buckinghams,
Grey Daturas,
Heaven 17,
Yellowson,
Jawbox,
JFA,
Bauhaus,
Althea and Donna,
Deepchord,
Bobby Sherman,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Royal Trux,
Fear,
Tommy Roe,
Hot Snakes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eddi Front,
Amon Düül,
Mr. Review,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Neil Young,
the Slits,
Interpol,
Average White Band,
Wally Richardson,
Outsiders,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Tomorrow,
Rufus Thomas,
New Order,
The Moody Blues,
The Index,
cv313,
Second Layer,
Q and Not U,
Chris Corsano,
Faraquet,
Tears for Fears,
Barrington Levy,
Girls At Our Best!,
48th St. Collective,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gong,
Pylon,
David Axelrod,
Black Bananas,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.