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 South Sudan and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Prince Buster to the funk 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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rosa Yemen,
Barrington Levy,
Darondo,
Roxy Music,
Skriet,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Angels of Light,
Franke,
Banda Bassotti,
Maurizio,
Index,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Godley & Creme,
Deepchord,
The Slackers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Searchers,
Skarface,
Spoonie Gee,
The Fire Engines,
The Toasters,
Danielle Patucci,
Schoolly D,
Yusef Lateef,
Urselle,
Johnny Osbourne,
Talk Talk,
The Fall,
Sparks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Albert Ayler,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dead Boys,
Stetsasonic,
Public Enemy,
Brand Nubian,
The Selecter,
Stiv Bators,
Scrapy,
The Knickerbockers,
Simply Red,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Marmalade,
Kevin Saunderson,
Soft Cell,
10cc,
Make Up,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Judy Mowatt,
Crime,
Swell Maps,
Eric Copeland,
Ohio Players,
Suburban Knight,
Ituana,
Audionom,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.