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 Uruguay and from New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Nile Rodgers 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 The Five Americans to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Nik Kershaw,
Stiv Bators,
Khruangbin,
Kaleidoscope,
Monks,
Pere Ubu,
Stereo Dub,
Peter and Kerry,
Fluxion,
Depeche Mode,
kango's stein massive,
Sixth Finger,
David Bowie,
Matthew Halsall,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Gladiators,
Average White Band,
John Coltrane,
Cymande,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Leaves,
Matthew Bourne,
One Last Wish,
The Smoke,
MDC,
Stetsasonic,
Black Pus,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Michelle Simonal,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Alison Limerick,
The Beau Brummels,
Easy Going,
The Raincoats,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Kinks,
Television Personalities,
The Doors,
Tom Boy,
a-ha,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Standells,
Frankie Knuckles,
Oneida,
Sam Rivers,
The Selecter,
Barbara Tucker,
The United States of America,
The Durutti Column,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Electric Prunes,
Newcleus,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fatback Band,
Oblivians,
Moss Icon,
Spandau Ballet,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Sonics,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.