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 Kuwait and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Funky Four + One to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Ohio Players,
Hoover,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Franke,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Heaven 17,
The Monochrome Set,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cameo,
Idris Muhammad,
Al Stewart,
Ossler,
Flamin' Groovies,
Television Personalities,
Terrestrial Tones,
10cc,
Deakin,
Mars,
Panda Bear,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nick Fraelich,
Rhythm & Sound,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Fortunes,
Bob Dylan,
Davy DMX,
The Cure,
The Trojans,
Simply Red,
James White and The Blacks,
The Slackers,
Easy Going,
K-Klass,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rites of Spring,
Cabaret Voltaire,
AZ,
Sällskapet,
Brothers Johnson,
Faust,
The Real Kids,
Eric Copeland,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pantaleimon,
Barry Ungar,
Quando Quango,
Alphaville,
June Days,
Bad Manners,
Loose Ends,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Black Moon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Smoke,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
China Crisis,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.