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 Nicaragua and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Lou Reed 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 Altered Images to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Guru Guru,
The Knickerbockers,
Ornette Coleman,
X-Ray Spex,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Whodini,
Minny Pops,
Animal Collective,
Graham Central Station,
cv313,
Infiniti,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mandrill,
Wally Richardson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Selecter,
Derrick May,
Amon Düül II,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Throbbing Gristle,
Von Mondo,
Erasure,
Malaria!,
Masters at Work,
Lungfish,
Heaven 17,
Clear Light,
The Dave Clark Five,
Half Japanese,
the Sonics,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fad Gadget,
Lalann,
The Offenders,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Star Department,
The Red Krayola,
Easy Going,
Boredoms,
Eddi Front,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jandek,
Toni Rubio,
John Lydon,
Don Cherry,
Joe Smooth,
Quadrant,
Funkadelic,
Jacob Miller,
Depeche Mode,
Glambeats Corp.,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Section 25,
Patti Smith,
Nik Kershaw,
DJ Sneak,
Mr. Review,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.