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 Kuwait and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 rhodes 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 Neon Judgement to the funk 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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Schoolly D,
Terry Callier,
Jesper Dahlback,
Alton Ellis,
the Normal,
Crash Course in Science,
Mo-Dettes,
DNA,
Connie Case,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Swans,
The Wake,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Nico,
Fear,
Aswad,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Chrome,
10cc,
Television Personalities,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
8 Eyed Spy,
Whodini,
Crime,
Tomorrow,
The Gladiators,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Deadbeat,
Depeche Mode,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gang Gang Dance,
Reuben Wilson,
Ultra Naté,
Public Image Ltd.,
Graham Central Station,
Reagan Youth,
Jacob Miller,
FM Einheit,
H. Thieme,
Slave,
Quadrant,
Boz Scaggs,
Interpol,
Ponytail,
Crooked Eye,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gang Starr,
Ice-T,
Sällskapet,
Ralphi Rosario,
Iggy Pop,
ABC,
Sugar Minott,
Ohio Players,
Outsiders,
Big Daddy Kane,
Radiohead,
The Cure,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.