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 Kiribati and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 the Germs. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Knickerbockers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Malaria!,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Index,
Schoolly D,
The Blackbyrds,
Au Pairs,
Morten Harket,
Aloha Tigers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
T. Rex,
Idris Muhammad,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Skriet,
Marmalade,
Marine Girls,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Hoover,
Johnny Osbourne,
Grandmaster Flash,
Basic Channel,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Khruangbin,
The Cramps,
Cecil Taylor,
Eric Copeland,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fela Kuti,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Brand Nubian,
Rakim,
The Fortunes,
The Buckinghams,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Oblivians,
Sister Nancy,
Magazine,
Brick,
Hasil Adkins,
Zapp,
Y Pants,
The Gun Club,
E-Dancer,
Bluetip,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Real Kids,
The Black Dice,
MDC,
Joensuu 1685,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Circle Jerks,
The Smiths,
The Litter,
Reagan Youth,
Joy Division,
Outsiders,
Warren Ellis,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.