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 Croatia 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the grunge 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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Arcadia,
The Kinks,
Cameo,
Charles Mingus,
Subhumans,
Scion,
Drive Like Jehu,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rakim,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Aural Exciters,
Erykah Badu,
Bush Tetras,
Deepchord,
Nils Olav,
The Techniques,
The Fire Engines,
Moebius,
Little Man,
Hardrive,
Gong,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sonic Youth,
the Bar-Kays,
The Cramps,
The Moody Blues,
Agitation Free,
John Foxx,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
James White and The Blacks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Los Fastidios,
Infiniti,
Patti Smith,
Jacob Miller,
World's Most,
Maurizio,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Panda Bear,
Hot Snakes,
Pulsallama,
Stiv Bators,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Marine Girls,
Heaven 17,
the Soft Cell,
David Bowie,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sam Rivers,
Magma,
Quantec,
MC5,
Kerri Chandler,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jerry's Kids,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gang Starr,
Pylon,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.