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 Dominica and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 snare 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 Faraquet to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Can,
David McCallum,
Underground Resistance,
Bill Near,
Grandmaster Flash,
Duran Duran,
The Music Machine,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Shuggie Otis,
Faust,
Kaleidoscope,
The Five Americans,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fat Boys,
Arcadia,
Robert Hood,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mandrill,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Smiths,
The Dirtbombs,
Janne Schatter,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Alton Ellis,
One Last Wish,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Von Mondo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Deadbeat,
H. Thieme,
Barbara Tucker,
The Fortunes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kayak,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bauhaus,
The Pretty Things,
The Fall,
Donald Byrd,
Cybotron,
Sällskapet,
The J.B.'s,
Ohio Players,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Robert Görl,
Tom Boy,
Excepter,
Public Image Ltd.,
Hot Snakes,
Crime,
Groovy Waters,
the Soft Cell,
Harpers Bizarre,
Depeche Mode,
Cal Tjader,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.