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 Kazakhstan and from Shanghai.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Deepchord to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
The Star Department,
Organ,
The Gun Club,
Jesper Dahlback,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Dawn Penn,
Minnie Riperton,
Second Layer,
Pylon,
Gang Gang Dance,
Porter Ricks,
Davy DMX,
Rod Modell,
Cal Tjader,
Mantronix,
Kurtis Blow,
Carl Craig,
Lakeside,
Neu!,
Main Source,
The Walker Brothers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Soft Machine,
U.S. Maple,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eric Dolphy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Marine Girls,
Todd Terry,
Bob Dylan,
The Golliwogs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Harmonia,
The Skatalites,
Roy Ayers,
Lalann,
Sonic Youth,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Q65,
ABBA,
Connie Case,
Terrestrial Tones,
Audionom,
Bizarre Inc.,
The J.B.'s,
Infiniti,
Severed Heads,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Suicide,
Spoonie Gee,
Leonard Cohen,
Popol Vuh,
Derrick Morgan,
Michelle Simonal,
Piero Umiliani,
Jeru the Damaja,
Agitation Free,
James White and The Blacks,
Kenny Larkin,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.