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 Mali and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Normal to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
The Happenings,
The Motions,
Bill Near,
Television Personalities,
Model 500,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eric Dolphy,
Boredoms,
Mandrill,
kango's stein massive,
Judy Mowatt,
The Monks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Brick,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ornette Coleman,
Crispian St. Peters,
Procol Harum,
Marc Almond,
Maurizio,
The Pop Group,
Wally Richardson,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Litter,
Fatback Band,
The Neon Judgement,
Alphaville,
KRS-One,
The Walker Brothers,
Tommy Roe,
Camberwell Now,
Kevin Saunderson,
Nico,
Frankie Knuckles,
Quadrant,
Vainqueur,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Cowsills,
T.S.O.L.,
48th St. Collective,
Bluetip,
Oneida,
Joey Negro,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pet Shop Boys,
Hasil Adkins,
Sällskapet,
Silicon Teens,
Alice Coltrane,
Newcleus,
The Barracudas,
Bad Manners,
Y Pants,
Isaac Hayes,
Grauzone,
Swans,
Theoretical Girls,
Angry Samoans,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.