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 Ireland and from London.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 chamberlin 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 Ponytail to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
B.T. Express,
Agent Orange,
ABC,
Albert Ayler,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Amon Düül,
Iggy Pop,
Siglo XX,
The Martian,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Terrestrial Tones,
Crooked Eye,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Evens,
The Misunderstood,
Half Japanese,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kas Product,
Royal Trux,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fear,
The Victims,
Magazine,
Bronski Beat,
Vainqueur,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Saints,
The Trojans,
Au Pairs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Thee Headcoats,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rites of Spring,
The Sonics,
Dennis Brown,
the Normal,
Rapeman,
Monks,
Patti Smith,
The Slackers,
Q and Not U,
the Sonics,
Radiohead,
Nas,
Brothers Johnson,
Kaleidoscope,
The Buckinghams,
Jandek,
Pole,
Cluster,
Make Up,
Stereo Dub,
Minnie Riperton,
Yusef Lateef,
Tubeway Army,
Eden Ahbez,
Slick Rick,
Frankie Knuckles,
Wolf Eyes,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.