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 Gabon and from Edmonton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 chamberlin 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 Underground Resistance to the funk 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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Divine Comedy,
E-Dancer,
Deepchord,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Black Moon,
Niagra,
Black Bananas,
Gong,
Chris & Cosey,
Blancmange,
Cecil Taylor,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Toasters,
The Martian,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Warren Ellis,
Ice-T,
The Skatalites,
Pere Ubu,
Black Flag,
D'Angelo,
UT,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lower 48,
Soul II Soul,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Scrapy,
Bad Manners,
Sarah Menescal,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Soul Sonic Force,
Amazonics,
These Immortal Souls,
The Trojans,
The J.B.'s,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rakim,
Yusef Lateef,
Jerry's Kids,
The Red Krayola,
the Slits,
Zero Boys,
The American Breed,
Prince Buster,
The United States of America,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
David Axelrod,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eddi Front,
The Monks,
Sun City Girls,
JFA,
Mandrill,
In Retrospect,
FM Einheit,
The Real Kids,
Rod Modell,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.