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 Slovenia and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 linndrum 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the funk 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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Lindisfarne,
Lebanon Hanover,
Max Romeo,
Rakim,
Amazonics,
Stetsasonic,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bluetip,
The Knickerbockers,
Gerry Rafferty,
MDC,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Oneida,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Sonics,
Harpers Bizarre,
Wally Richardson,
Monolake,
Crime,
Public Enemy,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Grass Roots,
Index,
Kenny Larkin,
Unrelated Segments,
Vainqueur,
Cybotron,
Mantronix,
The Count Five,
Soft Machine,
Sexual Harrassment,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Matthew Bourne,
The Divine Comedy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tim Buckley,
Goldenarms,
Yaz,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Magazine,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lou Reed,
Don Cherry,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Aural Exciters,
Sparks,
Roger Hodgson,
Barbara Tucker,
Ronan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Siglo XX,
Ultravox,
Sugar Minott,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Essential Logic,
Joy Division,
Marine Girls,
Charles Mingus,
The Blackbyrds,
Sonic Youth,
Silicon Teens,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.