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 Croatia and from Woodstock.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 the Swans to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Saints,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Neu!,
Sight & Sound,
Eric Dolphy,
the Soft Cell,
Carl Craig,
Joey Negro,
The Star Department,
Malaria!,
Alphaville,
Scott Walker,
Groovy Waters,
Andrew Hill,
China Crisis,
James White and The Blacks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Glambeats Corp.,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Black Sheep,
Accadde A,
Toni Rubio,
Nas,
Supertramp,
Moebius,
The Human League,
Robert Wyatt,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mark Hollis,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Easy Going,
The Seeds,
Patti Smith,
David Bowie,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Index,
The Buckinghams,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Altered Images,
Vladislav Delay,
Symarip,
Brand Nubian,
Aaron Thompson,
The Black Dice,
Pole,
Crooked Eye,
Slave,
Con Funk Shun,
Dawn Penn,
Circle Jerks,
K-Klass,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Scrapy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.