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 Togo and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Nils Olav to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Quadrant,
Skarface,
Shuggie Otis,
the Normal,
Jeru the Damaja,
Neu!,
New Age Steppers,
Lower 48,
The Young Rascals,
Eyeless In Gaza,
T.S.O.L.,
Qualms,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Skatalites,
Fugazi,
Shoche,
Unrelated Segments,
Organ,
James White and The Blacks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ludus,
Marshall Jefferson,
Camberwell Now,
The Selecter,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eric B and Rakim,
Man Eating Sloth,
Banda Bassotti,
Vladislav Delay,
Eurythmics,
The Vogues,
This Heat,
Kool Moe Dee,
Flipper,
Gichy Dan,
Underground Resistance,
The Saints,
The Leaves,
Joy Division,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ralphi Rosario,
Boogie Down Productions,
Desert Stars,
Bizarre Inc.,
China Crisis,
The Star Department,
The Smiths,
Absolute Body Control,
The Stooges,
Inner City,
Y Pants,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Reagan Youth,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cal Tjader,
Nils Olav,
The Slits,
Dave Gahan,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Standells,
Maleditus Sound,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.