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 Guinea and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Johannesburg.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sound Behaviour to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Todd Terry,
Schoolly D,
The Residents,
Bauhaus,
Minor Threat,
Sonic Youth,
Janne Schatter,
Laurel Aitken,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pantaleimon,
Tomorrow,
A Certain Ratio,
Drive Like Jehu,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Livin' Joy,
Underground Resistance,
Gang Green,
Rapeman,
The Five Americans,
The Wake,
Sällskapet,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Heaven 17,
Accadde A,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Smiths,
cv313,
Lebanon Hanover,
a-ha,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Cramps,
Youth Brigade,
The Tremeloes,
Alton Ellis,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Hardrive,
The Dirtbombs,
Soulsonic Force,
Barbara Tucker,
Joe Finger,
Roxy Music,
John Holt,
Sparks,
Scion,
The Move,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sound Behaviour,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Saccharine Trust,
Visage,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ossler,
Q and Not U,
Subhumans,
The Slits,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eurythmics,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Black Dice,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.