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 Venezuela and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Detroit Cobras to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
MDC,
the Germs,
Gang Starr,
The Cure,
Stockholm Monsters,
Dawn Penn,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Searchers,
Black Flag,
Arcadia,
Excepter,
Byron Stingily,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jacques Brel,
Nils Olav,
Eli Mardock,
Gang Green,
cv313,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mars,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Shuggie Otis,
The Gun Club,
MC5,
Beasts of Bourbon,
New York Dolls,
Ralphi Rosario,
Amon Düül,
Lungfish,
Todd Rundgren,
The Pretty Things,
Archie Shepp,
Guru Guru,
Eric Copeland,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Urselle,
Quantec,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Connie Case,
Laurel Aitken,
The Leaves,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Procol Harum,
the Soft Cell,
D'Angelo,
Scott Walker,
The Smiths,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jeff Mills,
Crispy Ambulance,
The American Breed,
La Düsseldorf,
Public Image Ltd.,
Chris & Cosey,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Heaven 17,
Ornette Coleman,
Agitation Free,
Radio Birdman,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ultra Naté,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.