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 Israel 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 arpeggiator 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 Marcia Griffiths to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
The Happenings,
The Victims,
John Coltrane,
Groovy Waters,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Goldenarms,
Duran Duran,
Monolake,
Danielle Patucci,
Unrelated Segments,
The Saints,
These Immortal Souls,
Amazonics,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Connie Case,
Tom Boy,
Pagans,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Inner City,
The Barracudas,
Los Fastidios,
Stetsasonic,
Scan 7,
Scientists,
Joy Division,
Reagan Youth,
Vladislav Delay,
Ronan,
Marine Girls,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Negative Approach,
Neil Young,
KRS-One,
The Dirtbombs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Matthew Bourne,
Soft Cell,
The Red Krayola,
The Doobie Brothers,
Circle Jerks,
James White and The Blacks,
Freddie Wadling,
La Düsseldorf,
Hashim,
Bill Wells,
Crispy Ambulance,
Hot Snakes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
L. Decosne,
Eurythmics,
Lyres,
The Divine Comedy,
Eric Dolphy,
Peter & Gordon,
Roy Ayers,
Sister Nancy,
Skaos,
Marvin Gaye,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.