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 Zambia and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 808 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 Kas Product to the crunk 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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Au Pairs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Siglo XX,
Silicon Teens,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Newcleus,
Prince Buster,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Victims,
John Lydon,
Cluster,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lyres,
Alton Ellis,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Morten Harket,
Duran Duran,
The Knickerbockers,
Zero Boys,
Joey Negro,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The J.B.'s,
The Music Machine,
Fugazi,
Camberwell Now,
Graham Central Station,
Leonard Cohen,
Gang Starr,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Depeche Mode,
Matthew Halsall,
Eurythmics,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Crime,
Basic Channel,
Banda Bassotti,
Cal Tjader,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eric Copeland,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Modern Lovers,
DJ Style,
Rosa Yemen,
B.T. Express,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Electric Prunes,
Glenn Branca,
Ken Boothe,
Ornette Coleman,
New York Dolls,
Magma,
Donny Hathaway,
Deadbeat,
Eddi Front,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Todd Rundgren,
The Selecter,
Crooked Eye,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.