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 Malta and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 United States of America to the dance 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 The Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Joy Division,
Bob Dylan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Circle Jerks,
Erykah Badu,
Shuggie Otis,
Alison Limerick,
Grandmaster Flash,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jawbox,
Jeru the Damaja,
Little Man,
Kas Product,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Slits,
The Seeds,
Gang Green,
Maurizio,
The Evens,
Ludus,
The Slackers,
The American Breed,
Gregory Isaacs,
Tommy Roe,
Peter & Gordon,
Scott Walker,
Marvin Gaye,
The Buckinghams,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Prince Buster,
Lalo Schifrin,
Chrome,
China Crisis,
Pet Shop Boys,
Hot Snakes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kenny Larkin,
Eden Ahbez,
The Toasters,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
DJ Sneak,
Jerry's Kids,
Brick,
Negative Approach,
Juan Atkins,
New Age Steppers,
Judy Mowatt,
The Cramps,
Donny Hathaway,
Byron Stingily,
Surgeon,
Dual Sessions,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Anthony Braxton,
Tom Boy,
Television Personalities,
Marine Girls,
Harmonia,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.