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 Malaysia and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Harry Pussy to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Associates,
The Names,
Ossler,
The Human League,
Eli Mardock,
Sällskapet,
Rod Modell,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
kango's stein massive,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kevin Saunderson,
Traffic Nightmare,
One Last Wish,
Joe Finger,
Stockholm Monsters,
Silicon Teens,
PIL,
Scratch Acid,
Pierre Henry,
Faraquet,
Fugazi,
The Durutti Column,
Freddie Wadling,
Dual Sessions,
Max Romeo,
Zero Boys,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Parry Music,
CMW,
Jerry's Kids,
Arcadia,
Joensuu 1685,
Alison Limerick,
Johnny Clarke,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gichy Dan,
The Buckinghams,
Bizarre Inc.,
World's Most,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Beau Brummels,
Sound Behaviour,
The New Christs,
Bob Dylan,
Television Personalities,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Searchers,
Monolake,
The Smoke,
Moebius,
Saccharine Trust,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ten City,
T. Rex,
New Age Steppers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Crash Course in Science,
Lakeside,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.