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 Moldova 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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Standells to the funk 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 Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Soul II Soul,
L. Decosne,
kango's stein massive,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Flesh Eaters,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Joensuu 1685,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lou Christie,
The United States of America,
Shuggie Otis,
The Velvet Underground,
Crispy Ambulance,
Make Up,
Soft Machine,
Harry Pussy,
Theoretical Girls,
Buzzcocks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Quantec,
Maleditus Sound,
Tom Boy,
Wire,
Tropical Tobacco,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Stereo Dub,
Mantronix,
Swell Maps,
Arcadia,
Monks,
Todd Terry,
Lakeside,
Danielle Patucci,
Rod Modell,
H. Thieme,
Howard Jones,
The Doobie Brothers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Motions,
Animal Collective,
Talk Talk,
Bill Near,
Reuben Wilson,
Kerri Chandler,
Sound Behaviour,
Absolute Body Control,
Nils Olav,
Oneida,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Music Machine,
Index,
The Slits,
Stockholm Monsters,
CMW,
The Last Poets,
Todd Rundgren,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.