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 Algeria and from Bologna.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Radiopuhelimet to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
This Heat,
David Axelrod,
Gang Gang Dance,
Faraquet,
Charles Mingus,
The Five Americans,
Radiohead,
Crooked Eye,
David Bowie,
Pierre Henry,
Delta 5,
Scratch Acid,
Black Pus,
Black Flag,
Funkadelic,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Brothers Johnson,
Boogie Down Productions,
Graham Central Station,
Wings,
The Offenders,
Theoretical Girls,
Wasted Youth,
Eurythmics,
Basic Channel,
The Leaves,
the Human League,
Au Pairs,
H. Thieme,
Sam Rivers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Marc Almond,
Aswad,
Quadrant,
Robert Görl,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Motions,
Minutemen,
Audionom,
Magma,
Warren Ellis,
The Index,
The Tremeloes,
Laurel Aitken,
UT,
Nation of Ulysses,
Groovy Waters,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Aural Exciters,
B.T. Express,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bush Tetras,
Nick Fraelich,
Brick,
The Electric Prunes,
Nils Olav,
Barry Ungar,
The Vogues,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.