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 Laos and from London.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the snare 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 Eric Copeland to the punk 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Steve Hackett,
The Monks,
Das Ding,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lalann,
Aloha Tigers,
Clear Light,
Cameo,
Frankie Knuckles,
Piero Umiliani,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Pretty Things,
Arab on Radar,
Kool Moe Dee,
X-102,
The Kinks,
Marmalade,
The Smoke,
Lucky Dragons,
Masters at Work,
Eric Dolphy,
Kurtis Blow,
Livin' Joy,
David Axelrod,
Rakim,
These Immortal Souls,
Patti Smith,
Agent Orange,
Ralphi Rosario,
Delon & Dalcan,
David McCallum,
Barry Ungar,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Negative Approach,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fela Kuti,
Ponytail,
Eurythmics,
Todd Rundgren,
the Germs,
Faraquet,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bauhaus,
Animal Collective,
La Düsseldorf,
Moby Grape,
Newcleus,
The Victims,
Lakeside,
Whodini,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ronnie Foster,
Todd Terry,
48th St. Collective,
The Star Department,
Junior Murvin,
Pussy Galore,
The Fire Engines,
Al Stewart,
Stereo Dub,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.