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 Colombia and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Victims to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kool Moe Dee,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bobby Womack,
Angry Samoans,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Techniques,
Crime,
The American Breed,
Joensuu 1685,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tomorrow,
Bobby Sherman,
The Barracudas,
Man Parrish,
Hot Snakes,
Connie Case,
Tom Boy,
Dual Sessions,
Ituana,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Cowsills,
Gang Gang Dance,
Curtis Mayfield,
Alphaville,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fluxion,
Massinfluence,
Adolescents,
Judy Mowatt,
Agitation Free,
Godley & Creme,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Residents,
Spandau Ballet,
Rufus Thomas,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Procol Harum,
Crooked Eye,
Bronski Beat,
Goldenarms,
Aaron Thompson,
Public Enemy,
Drexciya,
Brand Nubian,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sight & Sound,
Black Sheep,
Wally Richardson,
These Immortal Souls,
MC5,
Lakeside,
Todd Terry,
Accadde A,
Joe Smooth,
Wasted Youth,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ornette Coleman,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.