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 Congo and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 marimba 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Yaz,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
kango's stein massive,
The Electric Prunes,
Isaac Hayes,
Fatback Band,
Technova,
Davy DMX,
Funky Four + One,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Crime,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Warsaw,
Joey Negro,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Infiniti,
Young Marble Giants,
Mr. Review,
Index,
Electric Prunes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jandek,
Gregory Isaacs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mantronix,
Radiohead,
The Selecter,
Minutemen,
Royal Trux,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Slits,
Ken Boothe,
Inner City,
Bill Wells,
Metal Thangz,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Saints,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dual Sessions,
Barry Ungar,
The Misunderstood,
Thompson Twins,
Al Stewart,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sister Nancy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Amon Düül II,
Johnny Osbourne,
Brand Nubian,
The Fuzztones,
Aural Exciters,
Pet Shop Boys,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fluxion,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.