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 Iran and from Sao Paulo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the techno 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 The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
X-Ray Spex,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lou Reed,
Bizarre Inc.,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Skriet,
Johnny Clarke,
Graham Central Station,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dark Day,
Malaria!,
Scion,
Eddi Front,
Absolute Body Control,
Eric B and Rakim,
Harpers Bizarre,
New Order,
Quando Quango,
Porter Ricks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ultra Naté,
Lucky Dragons,
Colin Newman,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
B.T. Express,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Index,
The Doobie Brothers,
Andrew Hill,
Urselle,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Amazonics,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Scrapy,
Parry Music,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Arthur Verocai,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Robert Hood,
PIL,
Dead Boys,
The Gun Club,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Khruangbin,
Scan 7,
Monolake,
Metal Thangz,
Boredoms,
Chris & Cosey,
Stiv Bators,
Lalo Schifrin,
Q and Not U,
Pierre Henry,
Spoonie Gee,
Circle Jerks,
Bluetip,
Drive Like Jehu,
DJ Sneak,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.