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 Switzerland and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Madrid.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the sitar 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 Procol Harum to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
The Offenders,
Shoche,
AZ,
Tommy Roe,
The Tremeloes,
Blake Baxter,
The Alarm Clocks,
Freddie Wadling,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eve St. Jones,
Trumans Water,
Suburban Knight,
Slave,
Organ,
Gichy Dan,
EPMD,
Sex Pistols,
Ten City,
Flamin' Groovies,
Whodini,
Amon Düül II,
Goldenarms,
X-102,
the Normal,
Soft Cell,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tears for Fears,
Liliput,
Scratch Acid,
Aswad,
Soul II Soul,
Radio Birdman,
Max Romeo,
Crispian St. Peters,
Make Up,
Quadrant,
X-101,
Hardrive,
Excepter,
Glambeats Corp.,
Iggy Pop,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gang Green,
June Days,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tres Demented,
Gang Starr,
Barrington Levy,
Bill Wells,
Lungfish,
Todd Terry,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Fania All-Stars,
Second Layer,
X-Ray Spex,
Desert Stars,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.