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 Zimbabwe and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Intrusion,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Camberwell Now,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Shadows of Knight,
Derrick Morgan,
Eric Dolphy,
Symarip,
X-Ray Spex,
Procol Harum,
Sight & Sound,
Graham Central Station,
Soft Cell,
Rotary Connection,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Hasil Adkins,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Radio Birdman,
Byron Stingily,
Oneida,
kango's stein massive,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Animal Collective,
Tim Buckley,
The United States of America,
Black Moon,
The Index,
Lou Reed,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gang Gang Dance,
Oblivians,
Shoche,
Barclay James Harvest,
Infiniti,
Wasted Youth,
Section 25,
The Leaves,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
CMW,
10cc,
The Fire Engines,
DJ Style,
Underground Resistance,
Josef K,
Danielle Patucci,
OOIOO,
Franke,
Donald Byrd,
The Count Five,
Sister Nancy,
Scientists,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Public Image Ltd.,
Stereo Dub,
Second Layer,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Germs,
Pierre Henry,
Electric Prunes,
Gichy Dan,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.