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 Uruguay and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and London.
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 marimba 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 FM Einheit to the rap 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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Siglo XX,
Qualms,
ABBA,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Country Teasers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bobby Sherman,
The Monks,
Roger Hodgson,
Amazonics,
DJ Sneak,
Ossler,
Spoonie Gee,
The Barracudas,
The Move,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Brick,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Donald Byrd,
Fatback Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
Youth Brigade,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fad Gadget,
Audionom,
The Stooges,
Von Mondo,
Television Personalities,
Newcleus,
Make Up,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Morten Harket,
The Cowsills,
U.S. Maple,
the Swans,
The Five Americans,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Moody Blues,
Josef K,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Mojo Men,
Schoolly D,
The Velvet Underground,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sarah Menescal,
Camouflage,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jerry's Kids,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Essential Logic,
Bang On A Can,
Hot Snakes,
Dual Sessions,
Crash Course in Science,
The Wake,
the Association,
T. Rex,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.