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 Indonesia and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe 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 linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ken Boothe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Funkadelic,
Isaac Hayes,
Josef K,
June Days,
Brass Construction,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Invisible,
Roxette,
Soulsonic Force,
The Blackbyrds,
Franke,
Chris & Cosey,
The Divine Comedy,
Warsaw,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Byron Stingily,
Tommy Roe,
Stiv Bators,
Althea and Donna,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bill Near,
Arthur Verocai,
Lightning Bolt,
The Monochrome Set,
Nas,
Mary Jane Girls,
Vladislav Delay,
Skaos,
Peter & Gordon,
Sparks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Can,
The Tremeloes,
Bad Manners,
Archie Shepp,
The Star Department,
Gang of Four,
Pulsallama,
Steve Hackett,
Kurtis Blow,
E-Dancer,
Spandau Ballet,
The Sonics,
Whodini,
New Age Steppers,
Country Teasers,
Jawbox,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Shuggie Otis,
Nik Kershaw,
The Mummies,
Clear Light,
Minny Pops,
Spoonie Gee,
Dual Sessions,
Ken Boothe,
The Modern Lovers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.