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 Grenada and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 mellotron 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 Tomorrow to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
The Moleskins,
Reuben Wilson,
Deakin,
Arthur Verocai,
Camberwell Now,
F. McDonald,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pulsallama,
Aswad,
Skriet,
Severed Heads,
Little Man,
Grauzone,
The Neon Judgement,
Alton Ellis,
Quadrant,
Arcadia,
John Cale,
Bang On A Can,
Slick Rick,
Sixth Finger,
Tears for Fears,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Hot Snakes,
Roxette,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Carl Craig,
Cymande,
Brass Construction,
Joensuu 1685,
Bobby Sherman,
Cluster,
Quantec,
Bush Tetras,
The Pretty Things,
48th St. Collective,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Marine Girls,
Flipper,
Dennis Brown,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eric Copeland,
Barrington Levy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Hashim,
The Count Five,
Desert Stars,
Marc Almond,
Godley & Creme,
The Star Department,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Glambeats Corp.,
Joy Division,
X-102,
Marmalade,
Nils Olav,
Suburban Knight,
Sun Ra,
Gastr Del Sol,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.