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 Macedonia and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Scott Walker to the rap 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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Liliput,
Wings,
The Velvet Underground,
R.M.O.,
Don Cherry,
Cameo,
Ultra Naté,
Freddie Wadling,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
48th St. Collective,
Soul Sonic Force,
Grauzone,
Pantytec,
Mark Hollis,
The Associates,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Smog,
Ludus,
Animal Collective,
Fluxion,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Birthday Party,
Skriet,
Scrapy,
Howard Jones,
Blossom Toes,
Minny Pops,
Nick Fraelich,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rufus Thomas,
cv313,
Jandek,
Bootsy Collins,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Monks,
Avey Tare,
Frankie Knuckles,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Mummies,
Moss Icon,
Q and Not U,
Sarah Menescal,
Derrick Morgan,
The Red Krayola,
Surgeon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sällskapet,
La Düsseldorf,
Tom Boy,
David Bowie,
Infiniti,
Neil Young,
Eric Copeland,
Symarip,
Slick Rick,
Iggy Pop,
Idris Muhammad,
Niagra,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.