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 Liberia and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Marcia Griffiths to the crunk 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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
48th St. Collective,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Harry Pussy,
The Move,
Procol Harum,
Eric Copeland,
Grandmaster Flash,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Joe Smooth,
Sandy B,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Wake,
Ornette Coleman,
Leonard Cohen,
Scrapy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lakeside,
Rufus Thomas,
Ponytail,
Newcleus,
Adolescents,
Jeff Lynne,
The American Breed,
Albert Ayler,
Colin Newman,
X-102,
Saccharine Trust,
Pulsallama,
Juan Atkins,
The Durutti Column,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Victims,
Patti Smith,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gong,
The Real Kids,
Surgeon,
Johnny Osbourne,
Graham Central Station,
Stetsasonic,
EPMD,
Letta Mbulu,
Pole,
Todd Rundgren,
Clear Light,
Chrome,
The Count Five,
Bauhaus,
Black Sheep,
Skarface,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Moleskins,
Basic Channel,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Stooges,
the Swans,
Alice Coltrane,
Terrestrial Tones,
David Axelrod,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Marcia Griffiths,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.