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 Botswana and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 snare 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 Nirvana to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
David Bowie,
Angry Samoans,
Junior Murvin,
Max Romeo,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jeff Lynne,
The J.B.'s,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Banda Bassotti,
Carl Craig,
Unrelated Segments,
Monks,
Excepter,
Minutemen,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Second Layer,
Soft Machine,
Soul Sonic Force,
a-ha,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Trojans,
the Fania All-Stars,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dennis Brown,
Neu!,
Little Man,
Graham Central Station,
Joe Smooth,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Brothers Johnson,
The Barracudas,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Slick Rick,
Fad Gadget,
Sister Nancy,
The Toasters,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mandrill,
The Saints,
Aaron Thompson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Gladiators,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kurtis Blow,
La Düsseldorf,
Arcadia,
Fluxion,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sight & Sound,
Sarah Menescal,
Juan Atkins,
DNA,
T.S.O.L.,
Eric Dolphy,
Swans,
Johnny Osbourne,
Terrestrial Tones,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.