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 Solomon Islands and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Kurtis Blow to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Faust,
Sexual Harrassment,
Shuggie Otis,
Drexciya,
Faraquet,
Altered Images,
The Five Americans,
Basic Channel,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nas,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
La Düsseldorf,
Pantaleimon,
Avey Tare,
China Crisis,
Fad Gadget,
Agitation Free,
The Cowsills,
Cluster,
The Beau Brummels,
Pantytec,
Marcia Griffiths,
B.T. Express,
Carl Craig,
New Age Steppers,
Pulsallama,
Sun City Girls,
Aloha Tigers,
Graham Central Station,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gerry Rafferty,
Animal Collective,
Sight & Sound,
Porter Ricks,
The Leaves,
The Shadows of Knight,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Roy Ayers,
Connie Case,
Yusef Lateef,
Banda Bassotti,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Neil Young,
Visage,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tres Demented,
Toni Rubio,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Slackers,
The Golliwogs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rapeman,
Supertramp,
Peter and Kerry,
Rod Modell,
Ultravox,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.