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 Belize and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Philadelphia.
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 spring reverb 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 Monolake to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Crooked Eye,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Happenings,
Crash Course in Science,
Pantaleimon,
Skaos,
H. Thieme,
Jacques Brel,
John Lydon,
Iggy Pop,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Morten Harket,
Brass Construction,
Parry Music,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ohio Players,
Shuggie Otis,
Barbara Tucker,
The Last Poets,
Marcia Griffiths,
Delon & Dalcan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Scott Walker,
Fat Boys,
Marine Girls,
Eric Dolphy,
Hasil Adkins,
Fugazi,
The Names,
T.S.O.L.,
Echospace,
Don Cherry,
Nirvana,
Oblivians,
MDC,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cameo,
Sam Rivers,
Roger Hodgson,
Dennis Brown,
Johnny Osbourne,
Franke,
The Fuzztones,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dead Boys,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
JFA,
Janne Schatter,
Malaria!,
The Searchers,
Kurtis Blow,
Alice Coltrane,
Michelle Simonal,
The Raincoats,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fluxion,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Cure,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.