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 Mali and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 808 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 Livin' Joy to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Todd Terry,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nik Kershaw,
The Evens,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ronnie Foster,
The Slackers,
Sällskapet,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
F. McDonald,
The Young Rascals,
Suicide,
The Victims,
The Monks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sandy B,
the Human League,
cv313,
Lalo Schifrin,
Oblivians,
Desert Stars,
The Angels of Light,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Theoretical Girls,
The Saints,
Gang Starr,
Cymande,
Spoonie Gee,
Soul II Soul,
Shuggie Otis,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Monolake,
Magazine,
Danielle Patucci,
Silicon Teens,
Crooked Eye,
Nils Olav,
Toni Rubio,
FM Einheit,
Whodini,
Hoover,
Josef K,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Aswad,
The Busters,
Robert Wyatt,
Massinfluence,
The Slits,
Scratch Acid,
Bad Manners,
The Divine Comedy,
Arab on Radar,
The Kinks,
Kevin Saunderson,
EPMD,
Niagra,
Rhythm & Sound,
Minor Threat,
Circle Jerks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.