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 Swaziland and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 organ 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Funky Four + One,
Niagra,
Rapeman,
The Standells,
Bluetip,
Fluxion,
Fear,
Stockholm Monsters,
David McCallum,
A Certain Ratio,
UT,
Lungfish,
Slick Rick,
Black Sheep,
Oneida,
ABC,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Crispian St. Peters,
CMW,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mission of Burma,
Jawbox,
Schoolly D,
Japan,
The Residents,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Suburban Knight,
Brass Construction,
Buzzcocks,
Chris Corsano,
Terry Callier,
Kas Product,
Hashim,
The Saints,
Crispy Ambulance,
Newcleus,
Black Moon,
Davy DMX,
Cluster,
Harry Pussy,
James White and The Blacks,
Iggy Pop,
Das Ding,
Depeche Mode,
Joy Division,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Wake,
Funkadelic,
Ponytail,
The Fuzztones,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Roger Hodgson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pylon,
Masters at Work,
Tomorrow,
Spoonie Gee,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dennis Brown,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.