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 Ethiopia and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the güiro 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 Sarah Menescal to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Q and Not U,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Goldenarms,
The United States of America,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Amazonics,
Drexciya,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Dead C,
Essential Logic,
Gastr Del Sol,
Minutemen,
T.S.O.L.,
Ludus,
Drive Like Jehu,
Smog,
The Searchers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Skaos,
The Divine Comedy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
New Order,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Gladiators,
Urselle,
Max Romeo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Neil Young,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kerri Chandler,
The Five Americans,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rosa Yemen,
Simply Red,
The American Breed,
The Blackbyrds,
Radiohead,
Josef K,
Grey Daturas,
Circle Jerks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Glenn Branca,
The Residents,
Alphaville,
In Retrospect,
The Raincoats,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Modern Lovers,
Howard Jones,
Ossler,
Rod Modell,
Scan 7,
Duran Duran,
John Cale,
These Immortal Souls,
The Zeros,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kayak,
Traffic Nightmare,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.