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 Bulgaria and from Taipei.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Fugs to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Robert Görl,
the Fania All-Stars,
Visage,
Technova,
Soul II Soul,
Radio Birdman,
Wolf Eyes,
Electric Prunes,
The Fall,
Michelle Simonal,
Cal Tjader,
The Gap Band,
The Victims,
Prince Buster,
Eric Dolphy,
Eve St. Jones,
Au Pairs,
Magma,
Idris Muhammad,
Sister Nancy,
Quando Quango,
Sex Pistols,
Agent Orange,
Interpol,
Whodini,
Bluetip,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Banda Bassotti,
Nils Olav,
Aaron Thompson,
Arab on Radar,
Fluxion,
Quadrant,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sarah Menescal,
One Last Wish,
Soft Machine,
Eric Copeland,
The Motions,
Ohio Players,
The Five Americans,
Glambeats Corp.,
Echospace,
Gregory Isaacs,
Donald Byrd,
David Axelrod,
The Selecter,
Delta 5,
Average White Band,
The Divine Comedy,
Essential Logic,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Alarm Clocks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Simply Red,
Harry Pussy,
Stiv Bators,
Desert Stars,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.