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 Tunisia and from Cairo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mexico City.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Crispian St. Peters to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Half Japanese,
The Beau Brummels,
The Grass Roots,
Bill Near,
Juan Atkins,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Leaves,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Radiohead,
Throbbing Gristle,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Raincoats,
the Slits,
Archie Shepp,
Idris Muhammad,
Popol Vuh,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Essential Logic,
Hardrive,
Camouflage,
Excepter,
Swell Maps,
The Pretty Things,
The Evens,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Brothers Johnson,
Pierre Henry,
Radiopuhelimet,
La Düsseldorf,
Dorothy Ashby,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Arcadia,
Severed Heads,
John Cale,
Flipper,
T.S.O.L.,
Morten Harket,
D'Angelo,
The Cramps,
Charles Mingus,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Iggy Pop,
The Skatalites,
Gabor Szabo,
Khruangbin,
Godley & Creme,
The Saints,
Wally Richardson,
Das Ding,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Scratch Acid,
Dark Day,
the Human League,
Sugar Minott,
Rosa Yemen,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.