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 China and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Spokane.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Soul II Soul to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Big Daddy Kane,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Neu!,
ABC,
Eden Ahbez,
Agent Orange,
Sandy B,
Y Pants,
the Association,
Laurel Aitken,
X-102,
Minnie Riperton,
Boogie Down Productions,
Beasts of Bourbon,
F. McDonald,
Kaleidoscope,
Gang Starr,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Anthony Braxton,
Suburban Knight,
The Pretty Things,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Isaac Hayes,
KRS-One,
Oblivians,
X-Ray Spex,
Brass Construction,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Kinks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Blackbyrds,
Symarip,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rotary Connection,
The Knickerbockers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Moebius,
Skaos,
The Misunderstood,
Max Romeo,
Index,
Scrapy,
Scratch Acid,
Hot Snakes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lightning Bolt,
The Real Kids,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Easy Going,
Grauzone,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Franke,
D'Angelo,
Jandek,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Stereo Dub,
Dark Day,
The Leaves,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.