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 Cape Verde and from Lagos.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Nas 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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Wire,
The Motions,
Jandek,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gang Gang Dance,
Public Image Ltd.,
Guru Guru,
Ossler,
Brick,
The Busters,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Sound,
Boogie Down Productions,
Metal Thangz,
Tears for Fears,
Massinfluence,
The Smoke,
Ponytail,
The Saints,
The Stooges,
Bill Wells,
The Fire Engines,
Model 500,
The Smiths,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nils Olav,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gerry Rafferty,
Iggy Pop,
Matthew Halsall,
Gang Starr,
Franke,
Jeff Lynne,
Heaven 17,
The Dave Clark Five,
Marine Girls,
John Coltrane,
Warsaw,
Quantec,
Gong,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Offenders,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lakeside,
Robert Hood,
Stiv Bators,
Sarah Menescal,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Visage,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Five Americans,
Rapeman,
One Last Wish,
Bill Near,
The New Christs,
Inner City,
Easy Going,
DNA,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.