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 Peru and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 harpsichord 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 The Count Five to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Ituana,
Minor Threat,
Aswad,
Boz Scaggs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sandy B,
Prince Buster,
Inner City,
Sight & Sound,
Swell Maps,
Technova,
Todd Terry,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Last Poets,
New Order,
The Gun Club,
Throbbing Gristle,
Duran Duran,
CMW,
Traffic Nightmare,
Darondo,
The Smoke,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Public Enemy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Niagra,
Youth Brigade,
Oblivians,
Section 25,
Judy Mowatt,
Dawn Penn,
Grauzone,
ABC,
L. Decosne,
Buzzcocks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
JFA,
Barbara Tucker,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lebanon Hanover,
Motorama,
Gang Starr,
Television,
Bad Manners,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Remains,
The United States of America,
Warren Ellis,
Junior Murvin,
AZ,
Banda Bassotti,
Soul Sonic Force,
Siglo XX,
Y Pants,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
UT,
Lyres,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.