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 Libya and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Taipei.
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 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 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 Soft Cell to the rap 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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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 Angels of Light,
Eve St. Jones,
Deepchord,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fela Kuti,
New York Dolls,
One Last Wish,
Oneida,
Rekid,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Laurel Aitken,
The Grass Roots,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Durutti Column,
Rufus Thomas,
Glenn Branca,
Cameo,
June Days,
Supertramp,
The Busters,
Das Ding,
Absolute Body Control,
Hashim,
Alton Ellis,
Grey Daturas,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Roger Hodgson,
The Remains,
Bang On A Can,
Cymande,
a-ha,
Barry Ungar,
The Golliwogs,
Whodini,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mad Mike,
Ralphi Rosario,
Reagan Youth,
Darondo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fatback Band,
Cybotron,
The Trojans,
Sight & Sound,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Inner City,
Ronan,
Vladislav Delay,
Brand Nubian,
Tubeway Army,
Hot Snakes,
The United States of America,
Sugar Minott,
the Slits,
The Blues Magoos,
E-Dancer,
Kurtis Blow,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kenny Larkin,
the Sonics,
Urselle,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.