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 Eritrea and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 mellotron 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the funk 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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Tommy Roe,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eddi Front,
Amazonics,
Howard Jones,
Rapeman,
Average White Band,
Little Man,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dorothy Ashby,
Barbara Tucker,
The Monochrome Set,
MC5,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Altered Images,
Flipper,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Grass Roots,
Eurythmics,
John Holt,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jimmy McGriff,
Matthew Bourne,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Davy DMX,
The Sound,
Warren Ellis,
The Barracudas,
Circle Jerks,
Joensuu 1685,
Throbbing Gristle,
Deakin,
Schoolly D,
Kool Moe Dee,
Boredoms,
Metal Thangz,
PIL,
AZ,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Neil Young,
Outsiders,
Royal Trux,
Tears for Fears,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Normal,
Bobby Sherman,
Quando Quango,
Oblivians,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cybotron,
Delta 5,
Hot Snakes,
Motorama,
Bill Wells,
Toni Rubio,
Sun Ra,
EPMD,
MDC,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.