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 Solomon Islands and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Black Dice to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Anakelly,
Masters at Work,
Talk Talk,
the Swans,
Flamin' Groovies,
Crooked Eye,
Iggy Pop,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Divine Comedy,
Echospace,
The Offenders,
Sandy B,
Gerry Rafferty,
Saccharine Trust,
Derrick May,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pantytec,
Amon Düül,
Simply Red,
Bobby Sherman,
Warsaw,
Black Pus,
Scientists,
Crispian St. Peters,
Glenn Branca,
DJ Style,
Traffic Nightmare,
Brand Nubian,
the Bar-Kays,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Duran Duran,
Sparks,
Section 25,
Angry Samoans,
Harmonia,
Donald Byrd,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Zapp,
Eve St. Jones,
The Sonics,
the Human League,
Surgeon,
Letta Mbulu,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Motorama,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sexual Harrassment,
Amazonics,
China Crisis,
Porter Ricks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ice-T,
Sonic Youth,
OOIOO,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.