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 Somalia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Accra.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Traffic Nightmare to the dance 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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Stereo Dub,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Guru Guru,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Roxette,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
China Crisis,
Lalann,
Country Teasers,
The Beau Brummels,
Parry Music,
Electric Prunes,
The Victims,
Moby Grape,
Ornette Coleman,
Andrew Hill,
Depeche Mode,
Gastr Del Sol,
Chris & Cosey,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Black Sheep,
Deadbeat,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Busters,
The Offenders,
The Leaves,
Eli Mardock,
The American Breed,
The Modern Lovers,
Ludus,
Supertramp,
Darondo,
Neil Young,
The Wake,
Bobby Byrd,
Eric B and Rakim,
Althea and Donna,
Man Eating Sloth,
Matthew Halsall,
The Cramps,
Man Parrish,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lightning Bolt,
The Standells,
Massinfluence,
The Durutti Column,
Aloha Tigers,
Henry Cow,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Letta Mbulu,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Basic Channel,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Godley & Creme,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.