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 Armenia and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Marshall Jefferson to the grunge 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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Unrelated Segments,
the Human League,
The Moleskins,
Can,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Dead C,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eden Ahbez,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nas,
Danielle Patucci,
The Sound,
The Names,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Slits,
Rufus Thomas,
Johnny Clarke,
Don Cherry,
Chris & Cosey,
The Walker Brothers,
T.S.O.L.,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nik Kershaw,
Animal Collective,
Letta Mbulu,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Cowsills,
Swell Maps,
The United States of America,
Shoche,
The Monks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Albert Ayler,
cv313,
Silicon Teens,
The Fuzztones,
Sarah Menescal,
Prince Buster,
Bobby Sherman,
Joe Finger,
Pantytec,
Newcleus,
Matthew Bourne,
Joensuu 1685,
Technova,
Idris Muhammad,
Jimmy McGriff,
Marmalade,
Youth Brigade,
Dark Day,
Piero Umiliani,
The Vogues,
Inner City,
Marvin Gaye,
KRS-One,
Con Funk Shun,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.