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 Norway and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 harpsichord 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 Quadrant to the grunge 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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Camberwell Now,
Sandy B,
The Cramps,
Eurythmics,
Q and Not U,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Silicon Teens,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Brand Nubian,
Terrestrial Tones,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Zeros,
David Bowie,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Erykah Badu,
Scion,
David McCallum,
the Sonics,
Lightning Bolt,
Dave Gahan,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Toasters,
Loose Ends,
Hasil Adkins,
The Smoke,
Minny Pops,
Ronan,
Magazine,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Khruangbin,
The Golliwogs,
The Fugs,
Harpers Bizarre,
Von Mondo,
Ludus,
Tears for Fears,
Crime,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
48th St. Collective,
Lee Hazlewood,
Thee Headcoats,
Soul II Soul,
Spandau Ballet,
Warren Ellis,
Kaleidoscope,
X-Ray Spex,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Delta 5,
Magma,
Freddie Wadling,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Modern Lovers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Surgeon,
Parry Music,
Wire,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.