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 Sierra Leone and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Philadelphia.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Angels of Light to the crunk 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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Joey Negro,
Deadbeat,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Fuzztones,
Cameo,
Ludus,
Big Daddy Kane,
Cybotron,
Television Personalities,
Prince Buster,
Tears for Fears,
Minor Threat,
China Crisis,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Terry Callier,
Juan Atkins,
a-ha,
Inner City,
In Retrospect,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Morten Harket,
Soft Cell,
Jawbox,
UT,
New Age Steppers,
Surgeon,
The Shadows of Knight,
Vladislav Delay,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mandrill,
The Techniques,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Severed Heads,
Camouflage,
The Pretty Things,
The Monochrome Set,
Yellowson,
The Happenings,
Dead Boys,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rosa Yemen,
Franke,
The Gladiators,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Traffic Nightmare,
Minnie Riperton,
EPMD,
Wasted Youth,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ultra Naté,
Hashim,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Davy DMX,
Little Man,
Flash Fearless,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Model 500,
Todd Terry,
The Vogues,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.