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 Rwanda and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Q65 to the electroclash 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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
MDC,
Amon Düül,
Q65,
Tubeway Army,
Babytalk,
Blake Baxter,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Swans,
Chrome,
The Cowsills,
Neu!,
Stiv Bators,
The Detroit Cobras,
Talk Talk,
Juan Atkins,
Unwound,
Angry Samoans,
AZ,
Bill Wells,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Cheater Slicks,
In Retrospect,
Marmalade,
Roy Ayers,
Slave,
Ronnie Foster,
Monks,
Adolescents,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cymande,
Grandmaster Flash,
Peter & Gordon,
June Days,
The Modern Lovers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Suicide,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Brand Nubian,
Sexual Harrassment,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Residents,
Vainqueur,
The Selecter,
Leonard Cohen,
Pantaleimon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Moby Grape,
Public Enemy,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Toasters,
The Invisible,
Sun City Girls,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Terrestrial Tones,
Derrick Morgan,
Ohio Players,
Funkadelic,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.