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 Macedonia and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manchester.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the crunk 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 The Residents. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Simply Red,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Royal Trux,
Livin' Joy,
Liliput,
Pole,
Amazonics,
The Names,
Sex Pistols,
Eve St. Jones,
Max Romeo,
Ice-T,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Model 500,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Matthew Halsall,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Gories,
Jerry's Kids,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Radiopuhelimet,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Marvin Gaye,
Soulsonic Force,
Neil Young,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dual Sessions,
Colin Newman,
Bauhaus,
Excepter,
Babytalk,
Sister Nancy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Last Poets,
The Monks,
Darondo,
The Blues Magoos,
James White and The Blacks,
Echospace,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Joe Smooth,
Soul II Soul,
June Days,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sun City Girls,
The Cowsills,
One Last Wish,
Soft Machine,
Brick,
Inner City,
Mantronix,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Q65,
Marshall Jefferson,
Trumans Water,
Jeff Mills,
Masters at Work,
David Axelrod,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.