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 India and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Smiths to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Gang Starr,
Tommy Roe,
Mantronix,
Ludus,
Das Ding,
Glenn Branca,
The Modern Lovers,
The Techniques,
The Buckinghams,
Amazonics,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Alison Limerick,
Tim Buckley,
Sonic Youth,
Banda Bassotti,
Joy Division,
The Skatalites,
Kayak,
Swans,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
8 Eyed Spy,
Josef K,
Wolf Eyes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gil Scott Heron,
New York Dolls,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Neil Young,
Soul II Soul,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Barracudas,
Brick,
Nik Kershaw,
Silicon Teens,
H. Thieme,
the Slits,
Roxette,
Mo-Dettes,
Ten City,
Lower 48,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Severed Heads,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Agent Orange,
Yellowson,
Unrelated Segments,
Urselle,
The Divine Comedy,
The Invisible,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bootsy Collins,
Eurythmics,
Rod Modell,
Panda Bear,
Matthew Bourne,
Magma,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Todd Terry,
Grey Daturas,
Organ,
Motorama,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.