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 Macedonia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 EPMD to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
New York Dolls,
The Fugs,
OOIOO,
Roger Hodgson,
The Golliwogs,
Big Daddy Kane,
Zapp,
Thompson Twins,
Groovy Waters,
Roy Ayers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Oblivians,
ABBA,
Khruangbin,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Outsiders,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Johnny Clarke,
The Neon Judgement,
Au Pairs,
Pagans,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Heaven 17,
X-101,
Rotary Connection,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Gap Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Derrick May,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rhythm & Sound,
Shoche,
Warsaw,
Black Moon,
The Fuzztones,
Electric Prunes,
The Remains,
the Sonics,
Colin Newman,
Barry Ungar,
The Names,
Godley & Creme,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Smoke,
Peter & Gordon,
Susan Cadogan,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Black Bananas,
The Barracudas,
Jerry's Kids,
Unwound,
Slick Rick,
John Lydon,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Toni Rubio,
Mo-Dettes,
Infiniti,
Interpol,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.