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 Paraguay and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Erykah Badu to the funk 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 Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Slick Rick,
Bill Wells,
Tres Demented,
X-Ray Spex,
Vainqueur,
Jacques Brel,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fatback Band,
Rosa Yemen,
Outsiders,
The Martian,
Minnie Riperton,
Chris Corsano,
Lindisfarne,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Durutti Column,
The Saints,
Oneida,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kool Moe Dee,
JFA,
The Fall,
John Lydon,
Agitation Free,
Excepter,
Don Cherry,
Shuggie Otis,
The Residents,
Pere Ubu,
The Last Poets,
Qualms,
Procol Harum,
Unwound,
Desert Stars,
Nirvana,
Quadrant,
K-Klass,
Yusef Lateef,
The Five Americans,
Can,
Deepchord,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Pop Group,
The Toasters,
a-ha,
Mary Jane Girls,
Swell Maps,
The Real Kids,
Tim Buckley,
Altered Images,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Yazoo,
Scan 7,
Sixth Finger,
Pagans,
Tears for Fears,
Guru Guru,
Harmonia,
The Blackbyrds,
Soul II Soul,
Metal Thangz,
Bang On A Can,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.