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 Accra.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 oboe 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 Rhythm & Sound to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Iggy Pop,
The Human League,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
X-Ray Spex,
Television Personalities,
James White and The Blacks,
Cymande,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Peter & Gordon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Cameo,
Technova,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Faraquet,
The Doors,
Bobby Byrd,
Von Mondo,
The Modern Lovers,
Lou Christie,
Brand Nubian,
Johnny Clarke,
The Raincoats,
Au Pairs,
Soft Cell,
Rosa Yemen,
These Immortal Souls,
The Index,
Fatback Band,
Jawbox,
Minnie Riperton,
Eric Copeland,
The Martian,
Heaven 17,
Sandy B,
Fear,
Index,
Anakelly,
Pylon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Standells,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Cowsills,
Black Moon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Fortunes,
A Certain Ratio,
Andrew Hill,
The Leaves,
Davy DMX,
Niagra,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fugazi,
Darondo,
The United States of America,
Reagan Youth,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fluxion,
John Cale,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. 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.