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 Eritrea and from Bremen.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Trojans to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Josef K,
Vainqueur,
New York Dolls,
Audionom,
Technova,
The Leaves,
Liliput,
Depeche Mode,
X-101,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eli Mardock,
Thompson Twins,
Inner City,
Dennis Brown,
Jeff Mills,
Niagra,
The Gladiators,
Harmonia,
Ponytail,
The Dave Clark Five,
Can,
Slave,
Soft Machine,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Janne Schatter,
Kenny Larkin,
John Foxx,
Barclay James Harvest,
DJ Style,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
June Days,
Patti Smith,
Crime,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ultra Naté,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Divine Comedy,
Monks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bronski Beat,
Kool Moe Dee,
Negative Approach,
Joyce Sims,
EPMD,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sexual Harrassment,
Stereo Dub,
Supertramp,
The Standells,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lakeside,
kango's stein massive,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Magazine,
Quadrant,
Crash Course in Science,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Grey Daturas,
Nirvana,
Reuben Wilson,
Flamin' Groovies,
Man Parrish,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.