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 Cambodia and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Terry Callier to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Traffic Nightmare,
One Last Wish,
Yaz,
Bad Manners,
The Martian,
The Slits,
CMW,
Camouflage,
Bobby Womack,
Little Man,
The Seeds,
Roxette,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dark Day,
Man Parrish,
Simply Red,
Chrome,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Slave,
Hashim,
Yellowson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Erykah Badu,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Zapp,
The Alarm Clocks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Grey Daturas,
The Cure,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Misunderstood,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Skriet,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Alice Coltrane,
Theoretical Girls,
Aloha Tigers,
Robert Wyatt,
LL Cool J,
Underground Resistance,
Josef K,
Kevin Saunderson,
Smog,
Negative Approach,
Shoche,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Toasters,
Liliput,
Mary Jane Girls,
Terrestrial Tones,
Black Pus,
The Neon Judgement,
Soulsonic Force,
Jeff Mills,
Henry Cow,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Delta 5,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.