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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Portland.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Joe Smooth to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
48th St. Collective,
Cymande,
Flipper,
Bobby Sherman,
Heaven 17,
The Skatalites,
Section 25,
Con Funk Shun,
Cecil Taylor,
The Fire Engines,
Tropical Tobacco,
KRS-One,
The Wake,
Soul II Soul,
Ossler,
Banda Bassotti,
Rosa Yemen,
Connie Case,
Fat Boys,
The Fortunes,
Black Flag,
Crooked Eye,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Standells,
The Index,
Royal Trux,
Archie Shepp,
Fad Gadget,
Pole,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gong,
Warren Ellis,
Robert Hood,
Wasted Youth,
Magazine,
The Smiths,
Joensuu 1685,
Popol Vuh,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Soul Sonic Force,
Boredoms,
Quando Quango,
Japan,
a-ha,
Brick,
The Leaves,
Man Parrish,
Electric Prunes,
Television Personalities,
The Fugs,
Ralphi Rosario,
Outsiders,
the Swans,
Derrick May,
Todd Terry,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tubeway Army,
Darondo,
Interpol,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.