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 Indonesia and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Accra.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Gil Scott Heron,
New York Dolls,
Rotary Connection,
Bang On A Can,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Unwound,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pharoah Sanders,
Minor Threat,
Avey Tare,
Q and Not U,
FM Einheit,
Bill Near,
Glenn Branca,
David Bowie,
Lebanon Hanover,
Tubeway Army,
John Cale,
Terry Callier,
Maleditus Sound,
The Associates,
Fela Kuti,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Donald Byrd,
Banda Bassotti,
Marc Almond,
Brand Nubian,
Rapeman,
Donny Hathaway,
Nils Olav,
Wings,
Bobby Sherman,
The Index,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Misunderstood,
The Zeros,
Flash Fearless,
Easy Going,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Subhumans,
Average White Band,
Siglo XX,
Man Parrish,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Busters,
The Wake,
Marmalade,
48th St. Collective,
The Gap Band,
Reagan Youth,
ABC,
Cheater Slicks,
Sarah Menescal,
Peter and Kerry,
X-Ray Spex,
Pulsallama,
The Buckinghams,
The Tremeloes,
Liliput,
Davy DMX,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.