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 Benin and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Frankie Knuckles to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Arcadia,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Amon Düül II,
Unrelated Segments,
Todd Terry,
China Crisis,
Hardrive,
Faust,
The Neon Judgement,
Soul Sonic Force,
Slick Rick,
Sex Pistols,
Monks,
Juan Atkins,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Leonard Cohen,
The Sound,
The Monks,
Lower 48,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Motions,
Eve St. Jones,
Cheater Slicks,
cv313,
Circle Jerks,
Clear Light,
Agent Orange,
Peter & Gordon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Duran Duran,
The Alarm Clocks,
Henry Cow,
The Fall,
Don Cherry,
Hot Snakes,
The Residents,
Derrick May,
The Grass Roots,
Essential Logic,
Y Pants,
The Moleskins,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Happenings,
Camberwell Now,
the Slits,
Colin Newman,
48th St. Collective,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Minnie Riperton,
Sonny Sharrock,
Scan 7,
Silicon Teens,
Ronan,
Rites of Spring,
X-102,
Half Japanese,
The Mojo Men,
Kerri Chandler,
The Move,
Lou Christie,
The Trojans,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.