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 Niger and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Suicide to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lalann,
Minny Pops,
Mantronix,
John Lydon,
Cheater Slicks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jawbox,
The Mojo Men,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tubeway Army,
Fear,
ABBA,
T. Rex,
Easy Going,
Mad Mike,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Fortunes,
kango's stein massive,
The Slackers,
The Smoke,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Underground Resistance,
Porter Ricks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Stooges,
Scientists,
The Monochrome Set,
Todd Terry,
Procol Harum,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Grass Roots,
The Move,
Nirvana,
Negative Approach,
A Certain Ratio,
Tears for Fears,
Ten City,
Parry Music,
Animal Collective,
Brass Construction,
Stockholm Monsters,
K-Klass,
Matthew Bourne,
The Associates,
The New Christs,
La Düsseldorf,
The Sound,
Cal Tjader,
Zapp,
Reuben Wilson,
Youth Brigade,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Hoover,
Connie Case,
The Mummies,
One Last Wish,
Marshall Jefferson,
Amazonics,
Lightning Bolt,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.