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 Dominica and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 theremin 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 Junior Murvin to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nation of Ulysses,
These Immortal Souls,
The Count Five,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Roxette,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nas,
Thee Headcoats,
Soft Machine,
The Velvet Underground,
Boredoms,
Oblivians,
Graham Central Station,
La Düsseldorf,
Ossler,
Bobby Womack,
The Walker Brothers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Yusef Lateef,
Lower 48,
Black Pus,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pierre Henry,
Half Japanese,
Marshall Jefferson,
Scratch Acid,
Donald Byrd,
Los Fastidios,
Make Up,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Amon Düül II,
Brand Nubian,
Bob Dylan,
The Names,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Stereo Dub,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
AZ,
ABC,
Rakim,
Carl Craig,
Nirvana,
The Buckinghams,
The Fuzztones,
the Sonics,
Icehouse,
Faraquet,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
One Last Wish,
Matthew Halsall,
Howard Jones,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
H. Thieme,
Marc Almond,
Hardrive,
Alphaville,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.