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 Solomon Islands and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 808 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the disco 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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
the Soft Cell,
Slave,
A Certain Ratio,
Rod Modell,
B.T. Express,
Malaria!,
Half Japanese,
Radiohead,
Hasil Adkins,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Move,
The Gladiators,
Tim Buckley,
The Slits,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Remains,
Man Parrish,
Avey Tare,
Soul II Soul,
DNA,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gang Green,
Maleditus Sound,
X-Ray Spex,
Chrome,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mantronix,
Camberwell Now,
This Heat,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Sonics,
Magma,
Stiv Bators,
The Red Krayola,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rekid,
Grey Daturas,
Animal Collective,
Gabor Szabo,
KRS-One,
Deepchord,
Public Image Ltd.,
Adolescents,
Jerry's Kids,
Groovy Waters,
Tres Demented,
Sun Ra,
The Human League,
The Monochrome Set,
Amazonics,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ituana,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Warsaw,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bad Manners,
Liliput,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.