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 Ethiopia and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Victims to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Brand Nubian,
Circle Jerks,
F. McDonald,
Subhumans,
The Smiths,
Kas Product,
Big Daddy Kane,
Harpers Bizarre,
Soul II Soul,
Blossom Toes,
the Bar-Kays,
the Swans,
Crime,
Electric Light Orchestra,
CMW,
Chrome,
Siglo XX,
Peter and Kerry,
Faust,
Adolescents,
Godley & Creme,
The Blackbyrds,
The Offenders,
Fluxion,
The Happenings,
The Gun Club,
Absolute Body Control,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The United States of America,
Maleditus Sound,
Tim Buckley,
Scientists,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lucky Dragons,
the Human League,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Shuggie Otis,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Raincoats,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Barrington Levy,
Roxy Music,
Jerry's Kids,
Lou Christie,
Animal Collective,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dark Day,
MC5,
Joe Finger,
Cymande,
Motorama,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jeff Mills,
Curtis Mayfield,
Letta Mbulu,
Sight & Sound,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.