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 China and from New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Quadrant to the dance 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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
R.M.O.,
Severed Heads,
Yaz,
Max Romeo,
Drive Like Jehu,
Connie Case,
Adolescents,
Can,
Vladislav Delay,
Loose Ends,
Ohio Players,
Nils Olav,
B.T. Express,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ten City,
Skarface,
Khruangbin,
ABC,
cv313,
Wasted Youth,
Pet Shop Boys,
Heaven 17,
Peter and Kerry,
Shoche,
The Seeds,
Saccharine Trust,
Sex Pistols,
Bluetip,
The Shadows of Knight,
Siglo XX,
The Martian,
the Sonics,
Wings,
Crime,
Metal Thangz,
Iggy Pop,
The Human League,
Schoolly D,
Los Fastidios,
The Sonics,
the Soft Cell,
The Divine Comedy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Boredoms,
Duran Duran,
Unrelated Segments,
The United States of America,
Dawn Penn,
Guru Guru,
Trumans Water,
Godley & Creme,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lee Hazlewood,
Scientists,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Fortunes,
Shuggie Otis,
New Order,
Kaleidoscope,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.