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 Azerbaijan and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 J.B.'s to the rock 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 The Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fela Kuti,
Derrick Morgan,
Tubeway Army,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pagans,
The Invisible,
The Walker Brothers,
The Cure,
Funky Four + One,
David Axelrod,
Faraquet,
Bluetip,
Lucky Dragons,
Urselle,
The Fortunes,
Yellowson,
The Standells,
Deadbeat,
Marmalade,
Whodini,
The Gun Club,
Ultra Naté,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Oneida,
The Move,
Soul II Soul,
The Real Kids,
Clear Light,
Animal Collective,
The Cowsills,
Ossler,
Von Mondo,
Bang On A Can,
World's Most,
Outsiders,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Boredoms,
Bill Near,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Maurizio,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Skarface,
Blossom Toes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Laurel Aitken,
Susan Cadogan,
ABBA,
Terry Callier,
Babytalk,
Hardrive,
Spandau Ballet,
DJ Style,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Delon & Dalcan,
DJ Sneak,
Rekid,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.