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 Egypt and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 linndrum 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 Funkadelic to the techno 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 Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonic Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Brand Nubian,
The Move,
Rufus Thomas,
Aswad,
The Barracudas,
Prince Buster,
Accadde A,
Essential Logic,
X-101,
the Slits,
Cybotron,
Mr. Review,
Young Marble Giants,
Moby Grape,
Skriet,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Carl Craig,
Con Funk Shun,
Big Daddy Kane,
Unwound,
Oblivians,
Yazoo,
Delta 5,
Fat Boys,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Peter & Gordon,
Royal Trux,
DNA,
Scientists,
The Alarm Clocks,
ABC,
Interpol,
Todd Terry,
Joyce Sims,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Evens,
Heaven 17,
Lyres,
Half Japanese,
The Invisible,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lower 48,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rekid,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Grey Daturas,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bill Wells,
The Leaves,
The Gories,
Eli Mardock,
Absolute Body Control,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rosa Yemen,
Faust,
Amon Düül,
The Fall,
Quando Quango,
The Pretty Things,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.