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 Greece 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the crunk 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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Banda Bassotti,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Depeche Mode,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Young Rascals,
Charles Mingus,
Boogie Down Productions,
Scrapy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Basic Channel,
The Divine Comedy,
Nick Fraelich,
Bluetip,
Cluster,
Judy Mowatt,
Symarip,
DJ Sneak,
Slave,
Flipper,
Curtis Mayfield,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nas,
Joyce Sims,
Public Image Ltd.,
Connie Case,
Das Ding,
The Searchers,
Nico,
Easy Going,
Aswad,
Brand Nubian,
Reuben Wilson,
Arab on Radar,
Rapeman,
FM Einheit,
PIL,
Bobby Sherman,
The Move,
Rufus Thomas,
Alison Limerick,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eric Copeland,
Theoretical Girls,
T.S.O.L.,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Niagra,
Magma,
Fluxion,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Maleditus Sound,
Swell Maps,
Vainqueur,
8 Eyed Spy,
Underground Resistance,
Second Layer,
Electric Prunes,
Lakeside,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Warsaw,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.