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 Mongolia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Joe Smooth to the funk 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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
Brand Nubian,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jacques Brel,
FM Einheit,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Junior Murvin,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Leaves,
A Certain Ratio,
Tom Boy,
Vainqueur,
The Real Kids,
Lungfish,
EPMD,
Pole,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Black Moon,
Section 25,
Andrew Hill,
Arthur Verocai,
ABC,
Eric Dolphy,
Sandy B,
Grey Daturas,
Cybotron,
Ten City,
Popol Vuh,
The Names,
10cc,
K-Klass,
Peter and Kerry,
OOIOO,
Mad Mike,
Con Funk Shun,
Negative Approach,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Matthew Halsall,
The Martian,
Jerry's Kids,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eurythmics,
Ossler,
The Monks,
Boredoms,
John Cale,
Q and Not U,
The Young Rascals,
Bill Wells,
Public Enemy,
Fat Boys,
Sun Ra,
Arcadia,
Barry Ungar,
ABBA,
The Sound,
Todd Terry,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.