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 Tonga and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Public Enemy to the funk 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
The Fire Engines,
Lindisfarne,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Evens,
Index,
The Angels of Light,
X-102,
Black Moon,
Davy DMX,
David Bowie,
Camouflage,
Al Stewart,
Gang Gang Dance,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Saints,
Marvin Gaye,
Kas Product,
Subhumans,
Au Pairs,
Niagra,
Joyce Sims,
Crime,
Von Mondo,
Parry Music,
Ken Boothe,
Dennis Brown,
Henry Cow,
Avey Tare,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jawbox,
Yazoo,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Bar-Kays,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Make Up,
Ohio Players,
Absolute Body Control,
Gang Starr,
Thompson Twins,
Magma,
Harmonia,
Urselle,
The United States of America,
Unrelated Segments,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Brick,
Inner City,
Scott Walker,
The Human League,
The Fuzztones,
Delta 5,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dual Sessions,
Bill Wells,
Unwound,
Second Layer,
Hoover,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.