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 France and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Morten Harket to the electroclash 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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Funkadelic,
The Tremeloes,
the Sonics,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bad Manners,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mo-Dettes,
Duran Duran,
Dennis Brown,
Thompson Twins,
Kerri Chandler,
Gang Starr,
10cc,
Kurtis Blow,
Young Marble Giants,
Sixth Finger,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Underground Resistance,
The Leaves,
the Bar-Kays,
Gichy Dan,
In Retrospect,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Wire,
Thee Headcoats,
Rekid,
Bush Tetras,
Black Flag,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Star Department,
Franke,
Bill Wells,
Livin' Joy,
Blancmange,
Morten Harket,
Ultimate Spinach,
Danielle Patucci,
Scion,
Tubeway Army,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ultravox,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Fall,
Janne Schatter,
Spoonie Gee,
Youth Brigade,
Barclay James Harvest,
Andrew Hill,
Cymande,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Animal Collective,
The Misunderstood,
Brand Nubian,
The Fire Engines,
The Zeros,
CMW,
Urselle,
Bobby Sherman,
Section 25,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.