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 Yemen and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Spandau Ballet,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sight & Sound,
Intrusion,
Schoolly D,
Magma,
Animal Collective,
the Human League,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Monks,
Rufus Thomas,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Livin' Joy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Inner City,
Qualms,
Jeff Lynne,
The Velvet Underground,
Roxette,
Amon Düül,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tim Buckley,
T. Rex,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Prince Buster,
Jerry's Kids,
New York Dolls,
Severed Heads,
David Axelrod,
Agitation Free,
The Fall,
The Angels of Light,
Pulsallama,
Lucky Dragons,
Donny Hathaway,
Brick,
Bill Wells,
Deadbeat,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sarah Menescal,
Sister Nancy,
Second Layer,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ponytail,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Electric Prunes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Grey Daturas,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Young Marble Giants,
Procol Harum,
Joyce Sims,
Idris Muhammad,
Das Ding,
Minutemen,
Kerrie Biddell,
Don Cherry,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.