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 Netherlands and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Salvador.
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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Johnny Osbourne to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
The Gap Band,
10cc,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nik Kershaw,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Half Japanese,
Radiopuhelimet,
Stereo Dub,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Heaven 17,
Radio Birdman,
Faust,
ABC,
Drive Like Jehu,
B.T. Express,
Lower 48,
AZ,
JFA,
Mary Jane Girls,
Neil Young,
Skriet,
Jacques Brel,
Crispy Ambulance,
UT,
New Age Steppers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Can,
Pantaleimon,
Magazine,
Idris Muhammad,
Derrick Morgan,
Grey Daturas,
Deakin,
Unwound,
Sandy B,
CMW,
The Standells,
Duran Duran,
One Last Wish,
Barclay James Harvest,
This Heat,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pole,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Black Flag,
Jandek,
June of 44,
David McCallum,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Fuzztones,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Glenn Branca,
Scientists,
Throbbing Gristle,
Wire,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Wasted Youth,
The Smoke,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.