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 Greece and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Josef K to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
The Dave Clark Five,
Radiohead,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Public Enemy,
The Grass Roots,
The Mojo Men,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Angels of Light,
JFA,
Siglo XX,
The Smoke,
DJ Sneak,
The Modern Lovers,
Aural Exciters,
Severed Heads,
Pagans,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bill Near,
Chris Corsano,
This Heat,
OOIOO,
June of 44,
AZ,
Agent Orange,
Buzzcocks,
Rod Modell,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Easy Going,
Aswad,
Bob Dylan,
Boogie Down Productions,
These Immortal Souls,
John Foxx,
the Germs,
Groovy Waters,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Depeche Mode,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Half Japanese,
Scrapy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nils Olav,
Kayak,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Remains,
Eli Mardock,
Sixth Finger,
Popol Vuh,
Ponytail,
The Fugs,
The New Christs,
Jeru the Damaja,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lalann,
The Shadows of Knight,
Patti Smith,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.