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 Antigua and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Pop Group to the punk 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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order 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 marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Lou Reed,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Amon Düül,
Kerri Chandler,
The Doors,
Heaven 17,
Mark Hollis,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Five Americans,
LL Cool J,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Germs,
Minor Threat,
Wasted Youth,
Nils Olav,
Agitation Free,
Clear Light,
Mantronix,
Deadbeat,
Lightning Bolt,
Eric Copeland,
Crooked Eye,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
R.M.O.,
Buzzcocks,
Mr. Review,
DJ Sneak,
Jandek,
X-102,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Essential Logic,
Wolf Eyes,
Aswad,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Altered Images,
Don Cherry,
Barry Ungar,
Moss Icon,
The Alarm Clocks,
Neu!,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Depeche Mode,
Zero Boys,
The Motions,
Organ,
Traffic Nightmare,
Camberwell Now,
Skaos,
Soul II Soul,
T. Rex,
Sugar Minott,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ice-T,
Aural Exciters,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.