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 Mexico and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Matthew Halsall,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Youth Brigade,
Sugar Minott,
Soulsonic Force,
Gang Gang Dance,
La Düsseldorf,
Grandmaster Flash,
Clear Light,
Leonard Cohen,
Hasil Adkins,
Pylon,
Trumans Water,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tommy Roe,
New Age Steppers,
The Modern Lovers,
Bush Tetras,
Mo-Dettes,
Unrelated Segments,
This Heat,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Spoonie Gee,
Pulsallama,
Jacob Miller,
Roy Ayers,
Flipper,
The Fall,
X-102,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sandy B,
CMW,
Second Layer,
Bobby Sherman,
Neu!,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Section 25,
The Techniques,
Marshall Jefferson,
June of 44,
Can,
Nick Fraelich,
Cal Tjader,
Graham Central Station,
Bronski Beat,
Kaleidoscope,
Tropical Tobacco,
Reuben Wilson,
Eve St. Jones,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Crash Course in Science,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Moody Blues,
Lungfish,
John Holt,
Stetsasonic,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.