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 Kiribati and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 linndrum 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 Groovy Waters to the funk 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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
DJ Sneak,
Gil Scott Heron,
Wolf Eyes,
Altered Images,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Iggy Pop,
Skriet,
Scientists,
The Fuzztones,
Outsiders,
Malaria!,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Techniques,
Soul II Soul,
Flamin' Groovies,
Icehouse,
Radiohead,
Pylon,
ABBA,
KRS-One,
Deepchord,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
La Düsseldorf,
Fatback Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
Chrome,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Invisible,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Erykah Badu,
Warren Ellis,
Pierre Henry,
Animal Collective,
Janne Schatter,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Seeds,
Crash Course in Science,
Tears for Fears,
Stetsasonic,
Sex Pistols,
Royal Trux,
Rites of Spring,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Scion,
Marmalade,
Bang On A Can,
Mandrill,
Bad Manners,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Roger Hodgson,
Sparks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Talk Talk,
Shoche,
Surgeon,
Agitation Free,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Hashim,
Panda Bear,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.