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 Kazakhstan and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lalo Schifrin to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
the Normal,
Silicon Teens,
Tomorrow,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Robert Görl,
Neil Young,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pylon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Radio Birdman,
Carl Craig,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pantaleimon,
Eric B and Rakim,
John Holt,
Ultravox,
Hoover,
Black Pus,
Smog,
Mantronix,
Lungfish,
kango's stein massive,
Todd Terry,
Lakeside,
The Victims,
Severed Heads,
Ponytail,
Aswad,
The Slits,
Slave,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Shadows of Knight,
John Coltrane,
Country Teasers,
Dark Day,
Jerry's Kids,
Ice-T,
Parry Music,
Eric Copeland,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Groovy Waters,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Joyce Sims,
The Monks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Martian,
Pere Ubu,
The Gap Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pole,
The Selecter,
Fluxion,
Letta Mbulu,
Donald Byrd,
The Fuzztones,
Glambeats Corp.,
Dual Sessions,
Sam Rivers,
Ten City,
Hasil Adkins,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.