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 Swaziland and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Copenhagen.
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 sitar 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 Duran Duran to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
EPMD,
Bluetip,
Lower 48,
Black Sheep,
Junior Murvin,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Malaria!,
Joensuu 1685,
Barrington Levy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Prince Buster,
The Move,
Black Flag,
R.M.O.,
Brass Construction,
The Walker Brothers,
Animal Collective,
Yellowson,
JFA,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rotary Connection,
Erykah Badu,
Glambeats Corp.,
A Certain Ratio,
Kool Moe Dee,
Siglo XX,
Kas Product,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Big Daddy Kane,
Roxette,
The Standells,
Cymande,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dead Boys,
Judy Mowatt,
Blossom Toes,
Crooked Eye,
Barbara Tucker,
the Bar-Kays,
Roger Hodgson,
Black Moon,
Kerrie Biddell,
U.S. Maple,
Tears for Fears,
Leonard Cohen,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Kinks,
Boredoms,
The Flesh Eaters,
Stetsasonic,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Music Machine,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sparks,
Kenny Larkin,
Lungfish,
Rapeman,
John Lydon,
Aaron Thompson,
Patti Smith,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.