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 Latvia and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bobby Byrd to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Organ,
T.S.O.L.,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gong,
The Toasters,
The Black Dice,
Reagan Youth,
Lalann,
Youth Brigade,
Duran Duran,
Zapp,
Boredoms,
a-ha,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jeff Lynne,
Malaria!,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Con Funk Shun,
Swans,
The Divine Comedy,
Jeff Mills,
Bill Wells,
Gerry Rafferty,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Knickerbockers,
Depeche Mode,
DJ Style,
OOIOO,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Normal,
David Bowie,
Bizarre Inc.,
Animal Collective,
Massinfluence,
Index,
The Names,
Colin Newman,
Arthur Verocai,
CMW,
Ituana,
Kayak,
Silicon Teens,
The Fortunes,
X-102,
Joe Smooth,
Reuben Wilson,
Heaven 17,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bobby Womack,
Jawbox,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Monolake,
Gil Scott Heron,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Los Fastidios,
Dennis Brown,
Hasil Adkins,
Barclay James Harvest,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.