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 Angola and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the disco 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 Index. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Symarip,
X-102,
Blancmange,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eve St. Jones,
Audionom,
Charles Mingus,
DJ Sneak,
Saccharine Trust,
The Raincoats,
Sun Ra,
Kenny Larkin,
The Monks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Kinks,
The Remains,
the Slits,
Alison Limerick,
Carl Craig,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Victims,
Yaz,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Zero Boys,
Silicon Teens,
Fad Gadget,
Blake Baxter,
AZ,
The Detroit Cobras,
Glenn Branca,
Donny Hathaway,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Seeds,
Freddie Wadling,
Guru Guru,
Kool Moe Dee,
Don Cherry,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
10cc,
Wolf Eyes,
Masters at Work,
The Flesh Eaters,
Amon Düül II,
Easy Going,
Young Marble Giants,
Infiniti,
Warren Ellis,
Jacques Brel,
Pantytec,
Harmonia,
Japan,
Eden Ahbez,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.