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 Maldives and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 808 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 Fluxion to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Severed Heads record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Accadde A,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Black Sheep,
The Young Rascals,
Spandau Ballet,
The Searchers,
Negative Approach,
Eric B and Rakim,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gichy Dan,
John Holt,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fad Gadget,
Half Japanese,
Shoche,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
DJ Style,
The Black Dice,
Althea and Donna,
Sparks,
The Sonics,
Eric Dolphy,
Easy Going,
Moss Icon,
Judy Mowatt,
Scott Walker,
Charles Mingus,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cymande,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Oneida,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mars,
Cheater Slicks,
Dark Day,
The Fall,
Sällskapet,
Circle Jerks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Saccharine Trust,
The Evens,
Excepter,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Aswad,
MDC,
LL Cool J,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sight & Sound,
The Names,
Con Funk Shun,
L. Decosne,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Pop Group,
The Index,
The Moleskins,
Schoolly D,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.