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 Netherlands and from Tokyo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Chocolate Watch Band 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Masters at Work,
Aural Exciters,
Flipper,
The Dave Clark Five,
Groovy Waters,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Detroit Cobras,
Organ,
The Techniques,
Smog,
MDC,
Sex Pistols,
The J.B.'s,
Hasil Adkins,
Idris Muhammad,
Arthur Verocai,
Gang of Four,
Scan 7,
Sam Rivers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Babytalk,
Siglo XX,
Royal Trux,
Mark Hollis,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rakim,
The Gories,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Joey Negro,
K-Klass,
Rapeman,
Underground Resistance,
Qualms,
Althea and Donna,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Human League,
Lee Hazlewood,
Brass Construction,
Darondo,
Oneida,
Youth Brigade,
Stetsasonic,
Essential Logic,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Byron Stingily,
cv313,
Sun Ra,
Grandmaster Flash,
Thompson Twins,
Sun City Girls,
Thee Headcoats,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bluetip,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rotary Connection,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jacob Miller,
Man Parrish,
The Pretty Things,
Minny Pops,
Lucky Dragons,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.