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 Ecuador and from Delhi.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 guitar 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 EPMD to the grime 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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alison Limerick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Soul Sonic Force,
Y Pants,
Grey Daturas,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Move,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sound Behaviour,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Delta 5,
Wolf Eyes,
Letta Mbulu,
Monolake,
Lou Reed,
Porter Ricks,
Buzzcocks,
Funkadelic,
Black Sheep,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bang On A Can,
China Crisis,
Reuben Wilson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Smiths,
Iggy Pop,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Vogues,
Brothers Johnson,
The Young Rascals,
Blossom Toes,
Funky Four + One,
Tomorrow,
KRS-One,
Donald Byrd,
The Flesh Eaters,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Symarip,
The Invisible,
Inner City,
The J.B.'s,
Smog,
Nik Kershaw,
Yellowson,
Malaria!,
T. Rex,
Livin' Joy,
Hasil Adkins,
Depeche Mode,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Das Ding,
Pulsallama,
John Coltrane,
Lee Hazlewood,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cybotron,
Jeff Lynne,
Bobby Byrd,
The Dead C,
Nils Olav,
8 Eyed Spy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Detroit Cobras,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.