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 Malawi and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Nile Rodgers 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 The Litter to the rap 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 The Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Monochrome Set,
The Slits,
Subhumans,
The Dirtbombs,
Boz Scaggs,
Nils Olav,
Mary Jane Girls,
Donald Byrd,
Average White Band,
Ituana,
Maleditus Sound,
Lalo Schifrin,
FM Einheit,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Icehouse,
Gregory Isaacs,
Barrington Levy,
Young Marble Giants,
The Residents,
Ohio Players,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Seeds,
Stereo Dub,
Max Romeo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Thompson Twins,
Lou Reed,
Wally Richardson,
T.S.O.L.,
Charles Mingus,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Sound,
Banda Bassotti,
Eurythmics,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Judy Mowatt,
The Slackers,
Scientists,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Litter,
Skarface,
The Happenings,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Television,
Susan Cadogan,
Deadbeat,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
David Axelrod,
Rites of Spring,
Soul Sonic Force,
X-Ray Spex,
The Star Department,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Organ,
Black Flag,
Livin' Joy,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.