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 Kyrgyzstan and from Shanghai.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Pole to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Hardrive,
Funkadelic,
The Young Rascals,
Brand Nubian,
Echospace,
Procol Harum,
Technova,
Jeff Mills,
Sparks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Hoover,
Trumans Water,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Flash Fearless,
Whodini,
The Slackers,
The Offenders,
Barbara Tucker,
The Angels of Light,
Robert Görl,
Letta Mbulu,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Skatalites,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tommy Roe,
ABC,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rotary Connection,
Intrusion,
Lalo Schifrin,
Glambeats Corp.,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Happenings,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Monks,
Saccharine Trust,
Nas,
The Doors,
Newcleus,
The Flesh Eaters,
Groovy Waters,
Unrelated Segments,
Surgeon,
Nation of Ulysses,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sällskapet,
Barry Ungar,
Kaleidoscope,
Maleditus Sound,
The Golliwogs,
Isaac Hayes,
The Electric Prunes,
Roger Hodgson,
Bob Dylan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
One Last Wish,
The Beau Brummels,
Second Layer,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.