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 Congo 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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Kas Product to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Soft Machine,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Amon Düül,
Roxy Music,
Niagra,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Detroit Cobras,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Fugs,
Stetsasonic,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ralphi Rosario,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mo-Dettes,
Juan Atkins,
Scan 7,
Sun City Girls,
The Blues Magoos,
Arab on Radar,
Toni Rubio,
AZ,
The Saints,
Erasure,
Bizarre Inc.,
Con Funk Shun,
Severed Heads,
Mantronix,
Morten Harket,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Derrick Morgan,
In Retrospect,
Dark Day,
Gabor Szabo,
Davy DMX,
The Busters,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Standells,
Television Personalities,
Spandau Ballet,
The Black Dice,
Panda Bear,
Deakin,
The Gap Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
DJ Style,
Black Bananas,
Unrelated Segments,
Harpers Bizarre,
Altered Images,
Alton Ellis,
Yellowson,
Radiopuhelimet,
Barry Ungar,
Tim Buckley,
The Pop Group,
Moebius,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pulsallama,
X-102,
Eric Copeland,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.