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 Slovakia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Schoolly D to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Barry Ungar,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Grass Roots,
The Angels of Light,
Boz Scaggs,
Procol Harum,
Joe Finger,
Leonard Cohen,
Alice Coltrane,
The Victims,
Minor Threat,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Reuben Wilson,
Davy DMX,
The Busters,
T.S.O.L.,
Little Man,
Eric Copeland,
Half Japanese,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kool Moe Dee,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rotary Connection,
Skaos,
The Searchers,
The Dead C,
New Age Steppers,
Wally Richardson,
Agent Orange,
Jawbox,
The Techniques,
Minny Pops,
Camberwell Now,
Graham Central Station,
La Düsseldorf,
The New Christs,
Michelle Simonal,
X-Ray Spex,
Pulsallama,
Pantytec,
AZ,
Grauzone,
Average White Band,
Althea and Donna,
Tim Buckley,
Quantec,
Jacob Miller,
Excepter,
The Gories,
Pussy Galore,
The Durutti Column,
Public Enemy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Marvin Gaye,
Rhythm & Sound,
Avey Tare,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sandy B,
The Trojans,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.