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 Yemen and from Spokane.
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 Manchester and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 theremin 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 K-Klass to the techno 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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ralphi Rosario record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Swell Maps,
Severed Heads,
DJ Sneak,
Q and Not U,
Kayak,
Camouflage,
Mo-Dettes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Scion,
Mars,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jacques Brel,
The Leaves,
The Evens,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Count Five,
Flash Fearless,
Neil Young,
The Black Dice,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Marvin Gaye,
Howard Jones,
Dark Day,
Robert Görl,
Joey Negro,
Schoolly D,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ultra Naté,
Icehouse,
Gang Starr,
Pylon,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mary Jane Girls,
Laurel Aitken,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Vogues,
Eric Copeland,
B.T. Express,
The Grass Roots,
Newcleus,
Inner City,
Gang of Four,
Soulsonic Force,
Danielle Patucci,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Motions,
The Divine Comedy,
Godley & Creme,
D'Angelo,
June Days,
These Immortal Souls,
The Gladiators,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
John Holt,
Panda Bear,
Man Parrish,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.