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 Portugal and from Lille.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 harpsichord 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 Rites of Spring to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
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,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Outsiders,
KRS-One,
Faust,
Marmalade,
Procol Harum,
Eurythmics,
The Victims,
Bill Wells,
Scientists,
Sällskapet,
The Moleskins,
Gong,
Hot Snakes,
Skaos,
Grauzone,
David Axelrod,
John Coltrane,
Boredoms,
Soft Cell,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Pretty Things,
Black Bananas,
The Divine Comedy,
Oneida,
Byron Stingily,
Sexual Harrassment,
Soul Sonic Force,
Alison Limerick,
The Kinks,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Monks,
Interpol,
The Tremeloes,
The Birthday Party,
Ronnie Foster,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Slave,
F. McDonald,
Lindisfarne,
The Smoke,
The Busters,
The Smiths,
Crooked Eye,
The Electric Prunes,
The Modern Lovers,
Bronski Beat,
Lakeside,
Dual Sessions,
Aloha Tigers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Skriet,
E-Dancer,
Q and Not U,
Ultimate Spinach,
LL Cool J,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.