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 Honduras and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 güiro 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 David McCallum to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
The Doobie Brothers,
Index,
Nik Kershaw,
Bad Manners,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Masters at Work,
New York Dolls,
Tommy Roe,
The Neon Judgement,
Harry Pussy,
Brass Construction,
Donald Byrd,
Average White Band,
John Lydon,
Todd Terry,
Bang On A Can,
Sandy B,
Qualms,
Rakim,
Can,
The Misunderstood,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gang of Four,
Aloha Tigers,
The Buckinghams,
Gabor Szabo,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pylon,
Tomorrow,
Chris Corsano,
Man Parrish,
Khruangbin,
Model 500,
the Germs,
Depeche Mode,
Los Fastidios,
Hardrive,
KRS-One,
Brand Nubian,
Pierre Henry,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Supertramp,
Television Personalities,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sight & Sound,
Subhumans,
The Smiths,
In Retrospect,
David Axelrod,
The Vogues,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Patti Smith,
Tres Demented,
Y Pants,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.