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 Lithuania and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 David Bowie 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 Ken Boothe to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cluster,
Skarface,
Bill Wells,
The Associates,
The Electric Prunes,
Ralphi Rosario,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Black Dice,
Con Funk Shun,
Andrew Hill,
Swell Maps,
Monolake,
Eli Mardock,
Arcadia,
Darondo,
Supertramp,
Bobby Sherman,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sight & Sound,
Todd Rundgren,
The Last Poets,
Godley & Creme,
Bobby Byrd,
Vainqueur,
David McCallum,
The Misunderstood,
Glambeats Corp.,
Goldenarms,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sparks,
Danielle Patucci,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Popol Vuh,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mars,
Barbara Tucker,
New Age Steppers,
Dual Sessions,
Subhumans,
Procol Harum,
Ohio Players,
Ponytail,
Scientists,
U.S. Maple,
The Leaves,
Simply Red,
Lyres,
Sarah Menescal,
Mission of Burma,
Grey Daturas,
Minnie Riperton,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Aswad,
Mr. Review,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Spoonie Gee,
The Fire Engines,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.