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 Benin and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Rotary Connection to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
AZ,
Wings,
Surgeon,
the Sonics,
Audionom,
World's Most,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ralphi Rosario,
Average White Band,
The Remains,
Blancmange,
Lou Reed,
The Beau Brummels,
Ten City,
Arcadia,
Black Bananas,
Fluxion,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fatback Band,
Unwound,
E-Dancer,
Lebanon Hanover,
Brand Nubian,
Drexciya,
ABC,
Sonic Youth,
Davy DMX,
Lou Christie,
Connie Case,
The Gun Club,
Simply Red,
Can,
Gang of Four,
Eric Copeland,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Fortunes,
John Holt,
Boz Scaggs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Human League,
Joey Negro,
Warren Ellis,
Symarip,
10cc,
The Dead C,
The Invisible,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Heaven 17,
Yazoo,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Mummies,
Amazonics,
Max Romeo,
H. Thieme,
Archie Shepp,
The Star Department,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Intrusion,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rapeman,
Reagan Youth,
Camouflage,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.