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 Serbia and from Toronto.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 güiro 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 10cc to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Smog,
Hashim,
Panda Bear,
Prince Buster,
Stockholm Monsters,
Boogie Down Productions,
Crash Course in Science,
The Fortunes,
K-Klass,
Shuggie Otis,
U.S. Maple,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bobby Sherman,
Tubeway Army,
Reuben Wilson,
Unrelated Segments,
Black Bananas,
Animal Collective,
Jacques Brel,
The Busters,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Darondo,
Henry Cow,
The Walker Brothers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Main Source,
Soul II Soul,
The Red Krayola,
Howard Jones,
John Cale,
Anthony Braxton,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fluxion,
Accadde A,
Pulsallama,
Joyce Sims,
The Cure,
Scrapy,
OOIOO,
Barrington Levy,
Boredoms,
Tom Boy,
Bill Near,
Franke,
Cybotron,
The Invisible,
Black Moon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gang Starr,
The Monochrome Set,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sparks,
Altered Images,
Rosa Yemen,
Gang Gang Dance,
Echospace,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.