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 Algeria and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Radiohead to the rock 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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Joensuu 1685,
Wasted Youth,
The Move,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eli Mardock,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sun Ra,
A Certain Ratio,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ituana,
Aural Exciters,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Derrick May,
Harpers Bizarre,
Connie Case,
Mars,
Oblivians,
Cecil Taylor,
Ossler,
10cc,
Country Teasers,
Can,
Sexual Harrassment,
Boredoms,
Kerri Chandler,
Vladislav Delay,
Yellowson,
Graham Central Station,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Unrelated Segments,
Hoover,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Durutti Column,
The Red Krayola,
David Bowie,
The Modern Lovers,
L. Decosne,
Johnny Clarke,
The Names,
Funky Four + One,
Jacob Miller,
Urselle,
X-102,
Zero Boys,
Lou Reed,
Blancmange,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Monks,
F. McDonald,
Organ,
Radio Birdman,
Pylon,
Quando Quango,
Roxette,
H. Thieme,
The Cowsills,
The Residents,
Heaven 17,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.