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 Bhutan and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Copenhagen.
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 Donald Fagen 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 Public Enemy to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Make Up,
Crash Course in Science,
Flipper,
Rotary Connection,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Absolute Body Control,
The Fire Engines,
Ronan,
Oblivians,
John Lydon,
Angry Samoans,
Junior Murvin,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Chrome,
Bush Tetras,
Interpol,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Matthew Halsall,
Black Sheep,
Minutemen,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Standells,
Blossom Toes,
Gong,
Joe Finger,
Kerri Chandler,
Mad Mike,
Tres Demented,
Dual Sessions,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Yaz,
Magma,
Accadde A,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Soft Cell,
Delta 5,
L. Decosne,
Bill Wells,
Prince Buster,
Urselle,
Aloha Tigers,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Techniques,
Danielle Patucci,
Schoolly D,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dennis Brown,
OOIOO,
Sun City Girls,
Soft Cell,
Monks,
Aaron Thompson,
Gang Starr,
X-Ray Spex,
Rites of Spring,
AZ,
Agitation Free,
PIL,
The Cramps,
ABBA,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.