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 Bologna.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 güiro 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 D'Angelo to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Television,
Excepter,
Sly & The Family Stone,
John Holt,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Barrington Levy,
Matthew Halsall,
Max Romeo,
Al Stewart,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bobby Byrd,
Blossom Toes,
Nas,
Letta Mbulu,
Heaven 17,
Scrapy,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Cramps,
The Slackers,
Peter & Gordon,
Rekid,
The Techniques,
Jacob Miller,
Black Bananas,
Mo-Dettes,
Skarface,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Glenn Branca,
Gerry Rafferty,
Marmalade,
Masters at Work,
Das Ding,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Camouflage,
Davy DMX,
Flash Fearless,
EPMD,
The Moody Blues,
Mark Hollis,
Lalann,
Terrestrial Tones,
L. Decosne,
Procol Harum,
Joe Smooth,
Desert Stars,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Charles Mingus,
Angry Samoans,
B.T. Express,
Grandmaster Flash,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Drexciya,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Royal Trux,
Eddi Front,
Dead Boys,
Erykah Badu,
Magma,
Bob Dylan,
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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.