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 Zambia and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Sonics to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Sonic Youth,
Funky Four + One,
Sight & Sound,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Yusef Lateef,
James White and The Blacks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Last Poets,
Lee Hazlewood,
Big Daddy Kane,
Althea and Donna,
Lalann,
Fela Kuti,
The Monks,
Al Stewart,
Anakelly,
Black Pus,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Main Source,
The Raincoats,
Interpol,
The Sonics,
Gichy Dan,
Spandau Ballet,
Harry Pussy,
Roy Ayers,
China Crisis,
The Sound,
Skarface,
Sister Nancy,
Roger Hodgson,
Young Marble Giants,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Matthew Halsall,
Don Cherry,
Kerri Chandler,
The Litter,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Amon Düül II,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jeff Lynne,
The Motions,
Isaac Hayes,
10cc,
The Neon Judgement,
The Residents,
Reuben Wilson,
UT,
John Coltrane,
the Sonics,
Mary Jane Girls,
Easy Going,
Khruangbin,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Outsiders,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.