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 Iceland and from London.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 snare 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 Massinfluence to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mary Jane Girls,
Babytalk,
DJ Sneak,
The Saints,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Yusef Lateef,
The Velvet Underground,
The Golliwogs,
Colin Newman,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Remains,
The Searchers,
Jeff Mills,
Neu!,
Black Sheep,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Morten Harket,
One Last Wish,
Davy DMX,
Porter Ricks,
Symarip,
Jacques Brel,
Fat Boys,
Shoche,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Clear Light,
Japan,
Siglo XX,
Panda Bear,
The Human League,
The Young Rascals,
Pere Ubu,
Skaos,
The Smiths,
Minny Pops,
Das Ding,
The Doors,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Marvin Gaye,
Kerri Chandler,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Invisible,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Terry Callier,
Marcia Griffiths,
Reagan Youth,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pylon,
Eddi Front,
The Techniques,
Derrick Morgan,
T.S.O.L.,
The Monks,
Faust,
Skarface,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Electric Prunes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
X-102,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.