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 Sri Lanka and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Clear Light to the dance 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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sällskapet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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?
Adolescents,
Nico,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bootsy Collins,
Ohio Players,
Letta Mbulu,
David McCallum,
Magazine,
Flamin' Groovies,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bill Near,
Crime,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Absolute Body Control,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kerri Chandler,
X-101,
Animal Collective,
Fluxion,
Zero Boys,
Eric Copeland,
Tears for Fears,
Newcleus,
Gong,
Bizarre Inc.,
Heaven 17,
New Order,
Junior Murvin,
Susan Cadogan,
EPMD,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jeff Mills,
Steve Hackett,
Beasts of Bourbon,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Swell Maps,
The Fortunes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Brass Construction,
Pere Ubu,
Youth Brigade,
Charles Mingus,
Gichy Dan,
The Fire Engines,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Moby Grape,
Trumans Water,
Simply Red,
Traffic Nightmare,
Silicon Teens,
One Last Wish,
Ornette Coleman,
Erykah Badu,
the Soft Cell,
The Remains,
Bob Dylan,
Little Man,
Wire,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.