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 Sri Lanka and from Mexico City.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Toasters to the funk 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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
China Crisis,
Connie Case,
Cheater Slicks,
Nico,
June Days,
Mo-Dettes,
Sister Nancy,
Howard Jones,
Porter Ricks,
the Germs,
Ituana,
Youth Brigade,
Con Funk Shun,
Freddie Wadling,
Joe Finger,
Rites of Spring,
Susan Cadogan,
Chrome,
Radio Birdman,
Lalann,
Barbara Tucker,
The Fuzztones,
Alton Ellis,
Banda Bassotti,
Heaven 17,
Babytalk,
Subhumans,
Kurtis Blow,
Deepchord,
Henry Cow,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Swans,
Quando Quango,
Clear Light,
Bill Near,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jimmy McGriff,
H. Thieme,
Hot Snakes,
Monolake,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Happenings,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rufus Thomas,
The Black Dice,
Fear,
Pere Ubu,
Underground Resistance,
The Durutti Column,
Lakeside,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Funky Four + One,
The Fire Engines,
Procol Harum,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Oneida,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Names,
Alphaville,
DJ Style,
Panda Bear,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.