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 Korea North and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 David Bowie 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 Kevin Saunderson to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
The Stooges,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
8 Eyed Spy,
Brass Construction,
Derrick Morgan,
Dennis Brown,
The Mummies,
Hasil Adkins,
Roxy Music,
Stereo Dub,
Johnny Osbourne,
Schoolly D,
LL Cool J,
Organ,
The Sound,
Minny Pops,
The Sonics,
Silicon Teens,
Country Joe & The Fish,
FM Einheit,
Los Fastidios,
Skarface,
The Fire Engines,
Peter & Gordon,
Liliput,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Arthur Verocai,
Blake Baxter,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Sonics,
Oblivians,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Bar-Kays,
The Offenders,
Brothers Johnson,
Spandau Ballet,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
OOIOO,
Moby Grape,
Scott Walker,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The American Breed,
Deakin,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Joe Finger,
Todd Terry,
James White and The Blacks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Smoke,
Kaleidoscope,
Terry Callier,
Massinfluence,
Junior Murvin,
The Fortunes,
Angry Samoans,
Black Pus,
Eric B and Rakim,
Nick Fraelich,
The Knickerbockers,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.