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 Guatemala and from New York.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Real Kids to the jazz 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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
FM Einheit,
Cameo,
The Last Poets,
The Birthday Party,
Sarah Menescal,
Drexciya,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Section 25,
Tears for Fears,
The Mojo Men,
Moss Icon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Circle Jerks,
Arthur Verocai,
Depeche Mode,
Letta Mbulu,
Black Bananas,
Rotary Connection,
Supertramp,
The Slackers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Albert Ayler,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Essential Logic,
Bad Manners,
Agitation Free,
Dave Gahan,
Quadrant,
DNA,
Jerry's Kids,
Faraquet,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Don Cherry,
Ken Boothe,
The Names,
Television,
Peter & Gordon,
Sun City Girls,
Harpers Bizarre,
Audionom,
The Skatalites,
One Last Wish,
The Moody Blues,
The Vogues,
the Association,
EPMD,
LL Cool J,
Eve St. Jones,
Roxy Music,
Kenny Larkin,
Slick Rick,
Brick,
The Young Rascals,
CMW,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Avey Tare,
Roxette,
Quantec,
Marine Girls,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.