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 Mozambique and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Beijing.
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 synthesizer 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 Boz Scaggs to the disco 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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Suicide,
The Smiths,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pierre Henry,
Funkadelic,
Sex Pistols,
Laurel Aitken,
Aswad,
The Mummies,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Associates,
F. McDonald,
kango's stein massive,
Gabor Szabo,
Pharoah Sanders,
Todd Rundgren,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Soft Cell,
Agitation Free,
Mr. Review,
The Sound,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Television,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Cowsills,
Boogie Down Productions,
James White and The Blacks,
Ossler,
John Cale,
Kerri Chandler,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Scrapy,
This Heat,
Jeru the Damaja,
Intrusion,
Crooked Eye,
Harpers Bizarre,
Anthony Braxton,
Boredoms,
Carl Craig,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Sonics,
Grauzone,
Chris Corsano,
Avey Tare,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Sherman,
Vladislav Delay,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Cymande,
Sandy B,
Lou Reed,
Parry Music,
Ralphi Rosario,
ABBA,
Fear,
Ice-T,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.