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 Niger and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Henry Cow to the grunge 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 The Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Parry Music,
Cybotron,
Eric Copeland,
Oblivians,
Black Flag,
Essential Logic,
Pylon,
Crispian St. Peters,
X-Ray Spex,
Joey Negro,
Public Image Ltd.,
One Last Wish,
Motorama,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Delta 5,
John Foxx,
The Litter,
Kaleidoscope,
The Birthday Party,
Blancmange,
The Offenders,
Nas,
T.S.O.L.,
Wolf Eyes,
Godley & Creme,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Black Bananas,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bill Near,
Boz Scaggs,
Eric B and Rakim,
DNA,
Peter & Gordon,
The Grass Roots,
Hot Snakes,
Alton Ellis,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Alison Limerick,
K-Klass,
Kurtis Blow,
Al Stewart,
The Misunderstood,
The Victims,
Archie Shepp,
Lou Reed,
La Düsseldorf,
Gang Starr,
Jerry's Kids,
Siglo XX,
Brass Construction,
The Skatalites,
Ronan,
Con Funk Shun,
The Barracudas,
Surgeon,
Magma,
The United States of America,
Vladislav Delay,
Goldenarms,
Althea and Donna,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.