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 Monaco and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 Delhi and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Fat Boys to the rock 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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Grass Roots,
Crispian St. Peters,
Buzzcocks,
Charles Mingus,
the Normal,
Blake Baxter,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jimmy McGriff,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Hashim,
Suburban Knight,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Monks,
The United States of America,
Janne Schatter,
Robert Wyatt,
Faraquet,
Soft Machine,
Cal Tjader,
David McCallum,
The Gladiators,
Robert Hood,
Cecil Taylor,
Public Enemy,
Peter & Gordon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lalann,
Howard Jones,
The Wake,
Lightning Bolt,
Oneida,
Con Funk Shun,
K-Klass,
Spandau Ballet,
Camouflage,
cv313,
The Alarm Clocks,
Saccharine Trust,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Quantec,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Young Marble Giants,
Quando Quango,
Pole,
Zapp,
Skriet,
the Germs,
Roxette,
Wasted Youth,
In Retrospect,
Mars,
Supertramp,
Inner City,
CMW,
Letta Mbulu,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cluster,
Josef K,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.