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 Ireland and from London.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 DNA to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Symarip,
Slave,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
R.M.O.,
Curtis Mayfield,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Darondo,
Qualms,
The Electric Prunes,
Spandau Ballet,
Circle Jerks,
10cc,
Steve Hackett,
Mandrill,
Fela Kuti,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ultra Naté,
Vainqueur,
Terry Callier,
Faraquet,
The Busters,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Flipper,
Fat Boys,
Nico,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sarah Menescal,
Barrington Levy,
U.S. Maple,
Crooked Eye,
the Normal,
Lyres,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lindisfarne,
Talk Talk,
Kenny Larkin,
Byron Stingily,
Aural Exciters,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Don Cherry,
The New Christs,
The Tremeloes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cecil Taylor,
The Last Poets,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Infiniti,
The Count Five,
Maleditus Sound,
The Fugs,
Bauhaus,
Dennis Brown,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Brick,
Brass Construction,
Tom Boy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Boredoms,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.