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 Slovakia and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 oboe 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 Leonard Cohen to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiopuhelimet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Bobby Sherman,
Whodini,
Livin' Joy,
Stetsasonic,
Kerri Chandler,
Theoretical Girls,
Man Parrish,
Gang of Four,
Interpol,
Animal Collective,
Unrelated Segments,
Marc Almond,
World's Most,
Radiohead,
Sun Ra,
Jerry's Kids,
Thee Headcoats,
T.S.O.L.,
Drive Like Jehu,
B.T. Express,
Babytalk,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ultra Naté,
Hasil Adkins,
the Slits,
Mr. Review,
The Star Department,
Buzzcocks,
Sam Rivers,
Godley & Creme,
Liliput,
Tears for Fears,
Junior Murvin,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Shuggie Otis,
Aural Exciters,
Camouflage,
Vainqueur,
Janne Schatter,
Derrick May,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Crooked Eye,
The Saints,
Curtis Mayfield,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Deepchord,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
F. McDonald,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sound Behaviour,
Traffic Nightmare,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pylon,
The Black Dice,
Reagan Youth,
Eve St. Jones,
Bluetip,
Oblivians,
Man Eating Sloth,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.