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 Panama and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bang On A Can to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Funky Four + One,
Mo-Dettes,
Chris & Cosey,
The Durutti Column,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Neil Young,
Ossler,
The Moleskins,
Don Cherry,
The Star Department,
EPMD,
Absolute Body Control,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Moebius,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Blues Magoos,
This Heat,
Blossom Toes,
Wire,
Dorothy Ashby,
Depeche Mode,
Theoretical Girls,
The Cowsills,
Girls At Our Best!,
Harmonia,
The Offenders,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cymande,
One Last Wish,
a-ha,
Todd Rundgren,
Erykah Badu,
DJ Sneak,
Country Teasers,
Curtis Mayfield,
cv313,
Bauhaus,
Scott Walker,
Nirvana,
Bobby Womack,
Arthur Verocai,
Sällskapet,
Barry Ungar,
Hashim,
Patti Smith,
MDC,
Desert Stars,
John Coltrane,
Joyce Sims,
Skaos,
Rekid,
Roger Hodgson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Wally Richardson,
Subhumans,
The Music Machine,
Qualms,
Janne Schatter,
Severed Heads,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.