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 Ireland and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Frankie Knuckles to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Icehouse,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Clear Light,
Joe Smooth,
Erykah Badu,
Sight & Sound,
The Sound,
The Blues Magoos,
Lou Reed,
Spoonie Gee,
Whodini,
the Human League,
The Blackbyrds,
X-101,
Outsiders,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Smiths,
Byron Stingily,
Brass Construction,
Warren Ellis,
Moby Grape,
ABC,
Mission of Burma,
Los Fastidios,
Ossler,
Amazonics,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tubeway Army,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Black Flag,
Derrick Morgan,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Seeds,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Soft Machine,
Rotary Connection,
Royal Trux,
Arthur Verocai,
Buzzcocks,
Bronski Beat,
The Saints,
Vladislav Delay,
Basic Channel,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Television Personalities,
Magma,
Circle Jerks,
Todd Rundgren,
the Germs,
Kerri Chandler,
Theoretical Girls,
Jandek,
The Music Machine,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Country Teasers,
The Knickerbockers,
Morten Harket,
Barbara Tucker,
Hasil Adkins,
Yaz,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.