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 Maldives and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron 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 the Fania All-Stars to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
LL Cool J,
Q and Not U,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Remains,
Easy Going,
DJ Sneak,
Simply Red,
Amon Düül,
New Age Steppers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Second Layer,
Bang On A Can,
A Certain Ratio,
The Fire Engines,
Bad Manners,
The Mojo Men,
Q65,
Fat Boys,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
L. Decosne,
Fluxion,
H. Thieme,
Minor Threat,
Parry Music,
Amon Düül II,
Camberwell Now,
Bob Dylan,
Scientists,
The Buckinghams,
Thee Headcoats,
The Busters,
Andrew Hill,
Warsaw,
The Walker Brothers,
Model 500,
Organ,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Electric Prunes,
Gichy Dan,
Nik Kershaw,
E-Dancer,
Ossler,
Suicide,
Byron Stingily,
Angry Samoans,
Nils Olav,
Bill Wells,
Gang Gang Dance,
Glambeats Corp.,
Maurizio,
Ituana,
David Axelrod,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Cybotron,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.