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 Zimbabwe and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ludus to the rock 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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Suburban Knight,
The Monks,
Massinfluence,
Infiniti,
Ralphi Rosario,
Zapp,
Graham Central Station,
The Toasters,
Joe Smooth,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Accadde A,
Monolake,
Amon Düül II,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Martian,
Swans,
One Last Wish,
Fat Boys,
Soft Cell,
Desert Stars,
Sight & Sound,
Scrapy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Barrington Levy,
Gabor Szabo,
Big Daddy Kane,
Arcadia,
Gang Green,
Animal Collective,
Blake Baxter,
Bobby Womack,
Saccharine Trust,
Gichy Dan,
The Gun Club,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kayak,
Todd Terry,
Mission of Burma,
Guru Guru,
Mad Mike,
Susan Cadogan,
Agitation Free,
Con Funk Shun,
Girls At Our Best!,
La Düsseldorf,
Isaac Hayes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sonny Sharrock,
DJ Style,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lungfish,
Bobby Sherman,
the Association,
The Standells,
T.S.O.L.,
Flipper,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rufus Thomas,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gang of Four,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.