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 Vietnam and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 LL Cool J to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Animal Collective,
Royal Trux,
Mo-Dettes,
the Human League,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Intrusion,
Basic Channel,
Matthew Bourne,
The Knickerbockers,
Scion,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eve St. Jones,
Trumans Water,
Brand Nubian,
Soul II Soul,
Eurythmics,
The Moody Blues,
Underground Resistance,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Music Machine,
Slave,
Minutemen,
10cc,
Jerry's Kids,
Inner City,
The Grass Roots,
Organ,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fela Kuti,
the Soft Cell,
This Heat,
E-Dancer,
Pharoah Sanders,
Country Teasers,
The Cowsills,
Can,
Half Japanese,
Mission of Burma,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Invisible,
Cal Tjader,
Cybotron,
Sonic Youth,
Roxette,
Ituana,
Altered Images,
JFA,
Grauzone,
UT,
Sparks,
Flash Fearless,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Fugs,
Godley & Creme,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lungfish,
Pussy Galore,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Malaria!,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Fortunes,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.