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 Zambia and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Drive Like Jehu to the crunk 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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman 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 marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Tim Buckley,
The Monochrome Set,
Index,
Tommy Roe,
The Index,
Aloha Tigers,
Faraquet,
Chris & Cosey,
Ten City,
Absolute Body Control,
Todd Rundgren,
Hashim,
Deakin,
Tres Demented,
Nico,
Donald Byrd,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Zeros,
The Selecter,
Blossom Toes,
Simply Red,
The Durutti Column,
Black Sheep,
Kaleidoscope,
Bill Wells,
PIL,
Motorama,
The Leaves,
Aaron Thompson,
Bobby Sherman,
This Heat,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
James Chance & The Contortions,
B.T. Express,
Swell Maps,
Television,
Leonard Cohen,
Adolescents,
Malaria!,
Whodini,
The Seeds,
8 Eyed Spy,
Das Ding,
The Cramps,
Silicon Teens,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Blackbyrds,
Rapeman,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Raincoats,
Jacques Brel,
EPMD,
Lungfish,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
June Days,
Traffic Nightmare,
Piero Umiliani,
Amazonics,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ohio Players,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.