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 Tuvalu and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Shanghai.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the guitar 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Gabor Szabo,
The Black Dice,
Main Source,
Matthew Halsall,
Boogie Down Productions,
Dorothy Ashby,
Yusef Lateef,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Accadde A,
The Cure,
EPMD,
The Red Krayola,
The Techniques,
Flash Fearless,
Cybotron,
Radio Birdman,
Aloha Tigers,
Cecil Taylor,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
L. Decosne,
Das Ding,
Nirvana,
CMW,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Andrew Hill,
Tom Boy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Funky Four + One,
Gregory Isaacs,
Freddie Wadling,
Tommy Roe,
Big Daddy Kane,
Crispy Ambulance,
Suburban Knight,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ossler,
Shoche,
Bobby Byrd,
Desert Stars,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eric Copeland,
Eve St. Jones,
The Mojo Men,
Minutemen,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Alison Limerick,
Grey Daturas,
Sister Nancy,
The Kinks,
Mo-Dettes,
T.S.O.L.,
Severed Heads,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fear,
Fugazi,
Todd Terry,
Reuben Wilson,
Delta 5,
The Move,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.