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 Slovenia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Wings to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar and a linndrum 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 arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Youth Brigade,
Toni Rubio,
Kerri Chandler,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
DJ Sneak,
Desert Stars,
Joensuu 1685,
Morten Harket,
Nirvana,
Theoretical Girls,
Jacques Brel,
Sparks,
Duran Duran,
Sarah Menescal,
OOIOO,
Yellowson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Slits,
K-Klass,
Niagra,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Motorama,
U.S. Maple,
Symarip,
Maurizio,
Swans,
Eric B and Rakim,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Carl Craig,
the Bar-Kays,
Jeff Lynne,
Mission of Burma,
Average White Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
World's Most,
Severed Heads,
The New Christs,
Rekid,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jacob Miller,
Mantronix,
Second Layer,
The Kinks,
Essential Logic,
Letta Mbulu,
Colin Newman,
The J.B.'s,
Surgeon,
Fad Gadget,
The Offenders,
Goldenarms,
The Searchers,
The Skatalites,
Michelle Simonal,
Easy Going,
Banda Bassotti,
Marine Girls,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Sound,
Technova,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.