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 Eritrea and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Negative Approach to the rap 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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Janne Schatter,
the Slits,
Maurizio,
Max Romeo,
Icehouse,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Divine Comedy,
Section 25,
Arthur Verocai,
Susan Cadogan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Grandmaster Flash,
Joyce Sims,
Popol Vuh,
The Pop Group,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Moss Icon,
Donald Byrd,
London Community Gospel Choir,
World's Most,
Sonic Youth,
Bob Dylan,
The Star Department,
Barclay James Harvest,
Newcleus,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Gories,
Marine Girls,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Whodini,
Technova,
La Düsseldorf,
Boredoms,
The Dead C,
Nils Olav,
The Electric Prunes,
Pantytec,
The Angels of Light,
Bronski Beat,
Donny Hathaway,
The Stooges,
Spoonie Gee,
Kerri Chandler,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Accadde A,
Neil Young,
Slick Rick,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fugazi,
The Wake,
Todd Rundgren,
Q65,
10cc,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.