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 Dominican Republic and from Accra.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Youth Brigade to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Japan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Five Americans,
Kayak,
Subhumans,
The Evens,
Siglo XX,
Brothers Johnson,
Nas,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Minor Threat,
Severed Heads,
Camberwell Now,
Q and Not U,
Deadbeat,
The Index,
Ice-T,
Duran Duran,
Maleditus Sound,
Johnny Osbourne,
Malaria!,
The Toasters,
X-101,
Inner City,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bush Tetras,
Gregory Isaacs,
Aloha Tigers,
H. Thieme,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Q65,
Roxy Music,
Pagans,
Soft Machine,
Marmalade,
Byron Stingily,
Donald Byrd,
Hardrive,
Cheater Slicks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Khruangbin,
Eden Ahbez,
Los Fastidios,
Harmonia,
Zapp,
Qualms,
Fad Gadget,
New Age Steppers,
Simply Red,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Leaves,
the Slits,
Young Marble Giants,
Nation of Ulysses,
Delta 5,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Offenders,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The New Christs,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.