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 Iran and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 arpeggiator 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 Nirvana to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Piero Umiliani,
Clear Light,
Grey Daturas,
The Dave Clark Five,
Guru Guru,
Carl Craig,
The Real Kids,
H. Thieme,
Panda Bear,
Jawbox,
Absolute Body Control,
Country Teasers,
The Birthday Party,
ABBA,
The Smoke,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Tremeloes,
Robert Görl,
Heaven 17,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Chris Corsano,
Swans,
Cameo,
Archie Shepp,
Bobby Womack,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Harmonia,
The Doobie Brothers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Subhumans,
The Martian,
Camberwell Now,
B.T. Express,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
These Immortal Souls,
Bill Wells,
The Flesh Eaters,
The J.B.'s,
Easy Going,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Reuben Wilson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sällskapet,
The Gladiators,
Radiopuhelimet,
Man Parrish,
Radiohead,
Scan 7,
Wire,
Jandek,
Ronnie Foster,
Q65,
Lou Christie,
Skriet,
Marc Almond,
Kurtis Blow,
Girls At Our Best!,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.