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 Tunisia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Animal Collective to the grime 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bootsy Collins,
KRS-One,
Lyres,
Magazine,
Flash Fearless,
Young Marble Giants,
Blossom Toes,
Darondo,
Scratch Acid,
The Index,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eric Copeland,
Ornette Coleman,
John Holt,
Agent Orange,
Ultra Naté,
John Foxx,
The Invisible,
Carl Craig,
The Walker Brothers,
Dave Gahan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Fugs,
Lee Hazlewood,
JFA,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Aswad,
ABBA,
Tubeway Army,
Vainqueur,
The Leaves,
Massinfluence,
Jacques Brel,
Schoolly D,
Drive Like Jehu,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Marc Almond,
Inner City,
Johnny Clarke,
Joyce Sims,
Con Funk Shun,
Rod Modell,
The Last Poets,
Kenny Larkin,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cecil Taylor,
The Knickerbockers,
Metal Thangz,
Television,
Gang Starr,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ohio Players,
Gang of Four,
Matthew Bourne,
Mission of Burma,
Delta 5,
cv313,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lindisfarne,
Absolute Body Control,
Warren Ellis,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.