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 El Salvador and from Taipei.
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 Bremen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 arpeggiator 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 Isaac Hayes to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Excepter,
Wasted Youth,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Severed Heads,
Nas,
Prince Buster,
Au Pairs,
Con Funk Shun,
The United States of America,
X-101,
Eddi Front,
Ornette Coleman,
The Searchers,
LL Cool J,
ABC,
Ice-T,
Peter and Kerry,
The Fire Engines,
Lakeside,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Roger Hodgson,
The Pretty Things,
Donald Byrd,
Robert Wyatt,
Brothers Johnson,
Radiohead,
Patti Smith,
The Slits,
Drexciya,
Dorothy Ashby,
Dual Sessions,
Dead Boys,
Cluster,
Aswad,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Delta 5,
Barbara Tucker,
The Leaves,
Youth Brigade,
Lalann,
Arab on Radar,
MC5,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Fortunes,
Wings,
The Raincoats,
Mark Hollis,
Dark Day,
The Modern Lovers,
The Toasters,
the Germs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Toni Rubio,
Darondo,
Pantaleimon,
Boz Scaggs,
Monks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fluxion,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.