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 Ecuador and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 rhodes 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 Hardrive to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid 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 funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Hoover,
The Busters,
Camberwell Now,
Sparks,
Metal Thangz,
Gang Gang Dance,
Barrington Levy,
Second Layer,
Max Romeo,
Faust,
Judy Mowatt,
Delta 5,
Minnie Riperton,
Hot Snakes,
Johnny Clarke,
The Monochrome Set,
David Axelrod,
Rosa Yemen,
Suicide,
Lou Christie,
New Age Steppers,
Archie Shepp,
Altered Images,
Supertramp,
Althea and Donna,
Amon Düül II,
Angry Samoans,
The Doobie Brothers,
Minutemen,
Minny Pops,
The Cowsills,
The Red Krayola,
Unwound,
The Birthday Party,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mark Hollis,
the Soft Cell,
Au Pairs,
The Angels of Light,
The Kinks,
The Monks,
Wally Richardson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Joe Smooth,
David Bowie,
Rufus Thomas,
kango's stein massive,
Das Ding,
Robert Wyatt,
Bad Manners,
Con Funk Shun,
Bauhaus,
Sonic Youth,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Derrick Morgan,
Dawn Penn,
The Moody Blues,
Sun Ra,
Ohio Players,
Stereo Dub,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.