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 Ghana and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Salvador.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Silicon Teens to the rap 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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
D'Angelo,
Faraquet,
The Smiths,
Tommy Roe,
Unrelated Segments,
The Index,
La Düsseldorf,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sun City Girls,
Erasure,
Piero Umiliani,
Ten City,
The Neon Judgement,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Arab on Radar,
Throbbing Gristle,
Massinfluence,
The Kinks,
The Raincoats,
B.T. Express,
Jawbox,
Ohio Players,
The Black Dice,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Alarm Clocks,
Average White Band,
Dual Sessions,
John Lydon,
Byron Stingily,
Jandek,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Colin Newman,
Yellowson,
Fatback Band,
The Moleskins,
Howard Jones,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Niagra,
Junior Murvin,
Lower 48,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Roger Hodgson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tom Boy,
Camberwell Now,
Joe Finger,
Soulsonic Force,
Joyce Sims,
The Five Americans,
Boz Scaggs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Scion,
Letta Mbulu,
David McCallum,
X-Ray Spex,
Roxy Music,
Schoolly D,
Jacques Brel,
Neil Young,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.