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 Tunisia and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 New Age Steppers to the rap 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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Funky Four + One,
Marine Girls,
Iggy Pop,
Model 500,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Brothers Johnson,
Cal Tjader,
Buzzcocks,
Dave Gahan,
The Young Rascals,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Agent Orange,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Underground Resistance,
John Lydon,
EPMD,
Flipper,
Ultravox,
The Five Americans,
Symarip,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Animal Collective,
PIL,
Isaac Hayes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Maleditus Sound,
The Slackers,
The Gladiators,
Reuben Wilson,
Oneida,
Aswad,
The Sonics,
Blake Baxter,
Scratch Acid,
Black Moon,
Popol Vuh,
The Birthday Party,
Tres Demented,
The Names,
Glenn Branca,
UT,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mark Hollis,
Sister Nancy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Susan Cadogan,
X-101,
Easy Going,
The Blackbyrds,
Avey Tare,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bill Wells,
Johnny Osbourne,
Matthew Halsall,
David McCallum,
Ultra Naté,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
LL Cool J,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Velvet Underground,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pulsallama,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.