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 Lebanon and from Columbus.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Soul II Soul to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis 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 a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
The Remains,
The Black Dice,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ponytail,
Robert Hood,
KRS-One,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Neu!,
Make Up,
Altered Images,
Black Bananas,
Bluetip,
DNA,
Barrington Levy,
Jeff Lynne,
The Fortunes,
Rod Modell,
Agent Orange,
Frankie Knuckles,
Danielle Patucci,
Saccharine Trust,
The Buckinghams,
Archie Shepp,
The Doobie Brothers,
Circle Jerks,
Essential Logic,
Jacques Brel,
Janne Schatter,
The Monochrome Set,
Lightning Bolt,
Hoover,
Anakelly,
Sexual Harrassment,
Thee Headcoats,
Sonic Youth,
Robert Wyatt,
Tom Boy,
Guru Guru,
Magazine,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Real Kids,
Darondo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Fania All-Stars,
Roger Hodgson,
Crash Course in Science,
The Raincoats,
Vladislav Delay,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Connie Case,
The Music Machine,
Gastr Del Sol,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Last Poets,
The Misunderstood,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Chris Corsano,
Rapeman,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.