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 Turkmenistan and from Houston.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 chamberlin 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 Kerri Chandler to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Bad Manners,
X-101,
Scott Walker,
Minnie Riperton,
Lee Hazlewood,
Heaven 17,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Invisible,
Tres Demented,
Public Enemy,
Quadrant,
Brothers Johnson,
The Move,
E-Dancer,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mars,
Fugazi,
The Associates,
The Music Machine,
Suicide,
The Trojans,
Outsiders,
Flamin' Groovies,
John Coltrane,
Basic Channel,
Joey Negro,
Swell Maps,
D'Angelo,
Pet Shop Boys,
Marvin Gaye,
Malaria!,
The Blues Magoos,
Avey Tare,
JFA,
In Retrospect,
Q and Not U,
The Saints,
the Soft Cell,
Nation of Ulysses,
Agent Orange,
Lebanon Hanover,
Grandmaster Flash,
Crispy Ambulance,
Easy Going,
Gang Green,
The Seeds,
Rufus Thomas,
Yazoo,
Section 25,
Nick Fraelich,
Big Daddy Kane,
H. Thieme,
Urselle,
Banda Bassotti,
David Axelrod,
Jeff Mills,
Arthur Verocai,
Judy Mowatt,
Beasts of Bourbon,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.