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 Nepal and from Copenhagen.
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 Bremen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Avey Tare to the jazz 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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Stetsasonic,
The Moleskins,
Dark Day,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Marmalade,
Nas,
Joey Negro,
It's A Beautiful Day,
June of 44,
Eric Dolphy,
The Human League,
Rotary Connection,
Metal Thangz,
Stereo Dub,
Pulsallama,
Colin Newman,
Brick,
Terry Callier,
Schoolly D,
Connie Case,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Brand Nubian,
cv313,
H. Thieme,
Delon & Dalcan,
Swell Maps,
Todd Rundgren,
U.S. Maple,
Thee Headcoats,
New York Dolls,
F. McDonald,
Accadde A,
Supertramp,
48th St. Collective,
Bobby Womack,
Funky Four + One,
Public Image Ltd.,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Suburban Knight,
Con Funk Shun,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Quantec,
Ossler,
Silicon Teens,
Mo-Dettes,
David Axelrod,
Section 25,
The Mojo Men,
Newcleus,
Vainqueur,
Wasted Youth,
Rod Modell,
Make Up,
Agent Orange,
Siglo XX,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.