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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 China Crisis to the jazz 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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Fela Kuti,
Pole,
Avey Tare,
Warren Ellis,
Eric B and Rakim,
Arthur Verocai,
Procol Harum,
The Remains,
Angry Samoans,
Ornette Coleman,
The Count Five,
Audionom,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Blackbyrds,
Half Japanese,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Smiths,
Mars,
Flipper,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
kango's stein massive,
Supertramp,
Technova,
Pagans,
Stiv Bators,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Soft Cell,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Aaron Thompson,
Jerry's Kids,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gang Starr,
48th St. Collective,
The Selecter,
Robert Görl,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
DJ Sneak,
Crooked Eye,
Jawbox,
B.T. Express,
The Slackers,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Dead C,
The Mummies,
Bob Dylan,
Marine Girls,
Quantec,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ultra Naté,
Reuben Wilson,
Anakelly,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
H. Thieme,
Surgeon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Con Funk Shun,
Monks,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.