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 Togo and from Houston.
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 Woodstock and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 sitar 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 The Leaves to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sarah Menescal,
Hardrive,
A Certain Ratio,
The Sonics,
The Red Krayola,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Leaves,
Eurythmics,
The Smoke,
Goldenarms,
Silicon Teens,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cybotron,
Scion,
The Evens,
Alphaville,
Adolescents,
The Barracudas,
Jeff Mills,
Minor Threat,
Dead Boys,
Glenn Branca,
The Slits,
Half Japanese,
Chrome,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Accadde A,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Skaos,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Zeros,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Masters at Work,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Swans,
Y Pants,
The Walker Brothers,
Liliput,
Nils Olav,
Slave,
Roxy Music,
Andrew Hill,
World's Most,
Zero Boys,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bill Near,
Lindisfarne,
Archie Shepp,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Pop Group,
the Bar-Kays,
Ohio Players,
X-102,
Dual Sessions,
Danielle Patucci,
Howard Jones,
Jacob Miller,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Massinfluence,
Country Teasers,
The Tremeloes,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.