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 Senegal 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 spring reverb 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 Excepter to the funk 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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Yaz,
Lou Reed,
Frankie Knuckles,
David McCallum,
Absolute Body Control,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mary Jane Girls,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Soul Sonic Force,
James White and The Blacks,
The Stooges,
Lou Christie,
Mars,
The Moleskins,
Davy DMX,
Gregory Isaacs,
EPMD,
Sun Ra,
Swans,
Josef K,
Pantaleimon,
The Selecter,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Hardrive,
Los Fastidios,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Blackbyrds,
Derrick May,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fear,
The J.B.'s,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Soft Cell,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
John Cale,
the Germs,
The Standells,
Model 500,
Bob Dylan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Quando Quango,
Bronski Beat,
Yellowson,
Fatback Band,
Hot Snakes,
Gang of Four,
The Victims,
Loose Ends,
Darondo,
The Happenings,
Silicon Teens,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rod Modell,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Grauzone,
Nick Fraelich,
The Shadows of Knight,
Warren Ellis,
Panda Bear,
Pulsallama,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.