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 Guinea and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 808 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 The Leaves 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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Absolute Body Control,
The Litter,
Fat Boys,
Parry Music,
Desert Stars,
Eric Dolphy,
Faust,
The Grass Roots,
Rekid,
The Trojans,
Bobby Sherman,
Flamin' Groovies,
Spandau Ballet,
Bobby Womack,
Marmalade,
Rites of Spring,
Toni Rubio,
Con Funk Shun,
Smog,
Sound Behaviour,
D'Angelo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nick Fraelich,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Young Rascals,
Little Man,
Tom Boy,
Mo-Dettes,
Babytalk,
Ossler,
EPMD,
The Golliwogs,
Sonic Youth,
Eli Mardock,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sight & Sound,
kango's stein massive,
Lou Reed,
Sister Nancy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Anakelly,
Sun City Girls,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Henry Cow,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Laurel Aitken,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Index,
Pole,
Boz Scaggs,
Sex Pistols,
Pulsallama,
Lungfish,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Selecter,
Electric Prunes,
Urselle,
Janne Schatter,
Agitation Free,
Monks,
Royal Trux,
Barry Ungar,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.