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 Samoa and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the snare 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 Freddie Wadling to the crunk 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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Glenn Branca,
Man Eating Sloth,
Interpol,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Smoke,
Animal Collective,
Erykah Badu,
Jacob Miller,
Roger Hodgson,
Carl Craig,
Junior Murvin,
Bill Near,
Sparks,
Joe Smooth,
Rotary Connection,
Deadbeat,
Loose Ends,
Slave,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Fall,
Alice Coltrane,
The Motions,
Das Ding,
Nik Kershaw,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Colin Newman,
Danielle Patucci,
Fugazi,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
PIL,
Fatback Band,
Sight & Sound,
MC5,
Yaz,
Eric Copeland,
Scion,
10cc,
The Grass Roots,
Duran Duran,
La Düsseldorf,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Judy Mowatt,
Los Fastidios,
Bush Tetras,
Marine Girls,
Man Parrish,
OOIOO,
Y Pants,
The Skatalites,
Letta Mbulu,
Camouflage,
Suicide,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Golliwogs,
Average White Band,
KRS-One,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Public Enemy,
Ultra Naté,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.