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 Jamaica and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz 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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Jerry Gold Smith,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Con Funk Shun,
Peter and Kerry,
Cheater Slicks,
Hashim,
Eurythmics,
The Saints,
Sixth Finger,
The Remains,
Desert Stars,
Drive Like Jehu,
Joe Smooth,
Ralphi Rosario,
Henry Cow,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Intrusion,
Cluster,
Groovy Waters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
D'Angelo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Stockholm Monsters,
Slick Rick,
Rites of Spring,
cv313,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Cramps,
Rod Modell,
Man Eating Sloth,
Depeche Mode,
June Days,
Grauzone,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jerry's Kids,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Unwound,
The J.B.'s,
The Angels of Light,
Jeff Lynne,
Duran Duran,
Alton Ellis,
Silicon Teens,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Shoche,
The Beau Brummels,
Ten City,
ABBA,
LL Cool J,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Flesh Eaters,
Swans,
Moby Grape,
The Seeds,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bill Near,
Brothers Johnson,
Anakelly,
Godley & Creme,
La Düsseldorf,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.