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 Turkey and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the theremin 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 Sex Pistols to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Scratch Acid,
Main Source,
KRS-One,
Flash Fearless,
Babytalk,
F. McDonald,
Kenny Larkin,
Simply Red,
Quando Quango,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pulsallama,
Scion,
Crime,
Neu!,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kevin Saunderson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pharoah Sanders,
Average White Band,
Zapp,
Outsiders,
Anakelly,
Rosa Yemen,
Buzzcocks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jesper Dahlback,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Thompson Twins,
Sound Behaviour,
The American Breed,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Oneida,
Ultra Naté,
Pantaleimon,
Blake Baxter,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Raincoats,
Mars,
Roger Hodgson,
The Remains,
Saccharine Trust,
Kayak,
Youth Brigade,
Bad Manners,
Eve St. Jones,
Kaleidoscope,
John Foxx,
Gang of Four,
The Dead C,
Dawn Penn,
Lower 48,
Mo-Dettes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jerry's Kids,
Blancmange,
Girls At Our Best!,
Peter and Kerry,
Avey Tare,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.