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 Kiribati and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 David Bowie 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 Jerry's Kids to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Joyce Sims,
DJ Style,
Ultra Naté,
The Searchers,
Masters at Work,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Last Poets,
Hot Snakes,
Scratch Acid,
Sonic Youth,
48th St. Collective,
Section 25,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
A Flock of Seagulls,
a-ha,
Saccharine Trust,
Ice-T,
Gabor Szabo,
the Association,
Pierre Henry,
Sonny Sharrock,
Agitation Free,
Magma,
Nico,
Lou Christie,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Moleskins,
Peter and Kerry,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Organ,
Black Pus,
Accadde A,
Massinfluence,
Hasil Adkins,
Laurel Aitken,
Terry Callier,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Make Up,
Peter & Gordon,
Average White Band,
Shuggie Otis,
Electric Prunes,
Yellowson,
La Düsseldorf,
Supertramp,
Quando Quango,
Subhumans,
The Fortunes,
Barry Ungar,
Popol Vuh,
Rapeman,
Audionom,
Suicide,
Bronski Beat,
The Fall,
F. McDonald,
Clear Light,
Moss Icon,
The Misunderstood,
Kayak,
Jeru the Damaja,
KRS-One,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.