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 Uzbekistan and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Hashim to the rock 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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Radiohead,
New Age Steppers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pylon,
Faust,
Boz Scaggs,
The Sound,
Ohio Players,
the Fania All-Stars,
Marc Almond,
Tres Demented,
Accadde A,
Bluetip,
F. McDonald,
Glenn Branca,
Eden Ahbez,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Qualms,
Half Japanese,
Schoolly D,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
James White and The Blacks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Brick,
Japan,
One Last Wish,
Hot Snakes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Brand Nubian,
Terry Callier,
These Immortal Souls,
ABBA,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Index,
The Cowsills,
Royal Trux,
It's A Beautiful Day,
DNA,
Blancmange,
Scrapy,
Babytalk,
Gang of Four,
Magma,
Cecil Taylor,
The Victims,
The Wake,
JFA,
Barbara Tucker,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bush Tetras,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Goldenarms,
Bizarre Inc.,
Subhumans,
Fela Kuti,
Davy DMX,
Vladislav Delay,
The Angels of Light,
Angry Samoans,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dead Boys,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.