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 Slovenia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 sitar 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 Morten Harket to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Connie Case,
Tim Buckley,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Boredoms,
Pierre Henry,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Joy Division,
Gang Starr,
Marvin Gaye,
Television Personalities,
Arcadia,
Panda Bear,
The Gladiators,
Moss Icon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Fugs,
Jawbox,
Organ,
Nico,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
Donald Byrd,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kas Product,
Magazine,
Matthew Bourne,
Lungfish,
Pulsallama,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Slits,
Flipper,
PIL,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Drive Like Jehu,
Dave Gahan,
the Soft Cell,
Rotary Connection,
Lower 48,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Oblivians,
Jeff Mills,
Yaz,
Gregory Isaacs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Scion,
The Skatalites,
Derrick May,
Chris Corsano,
The Index,
Blake Baxter,
Morten Harket,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Iggy Pop,
the Bar-Kays,
Sonny Sharrock,
Livin' Joy,
Second Layer,
New York Dolls,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Inner City,
Severed Heads,
Joensuu 1685,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.