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 Cape Verde and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 The Misunderstood to the rock 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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ronan,
Jimmy McGriff,
Smog,
Electric Prunes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nas,
Ponytail,
Derrick May,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Groovy Waters,
Unwound,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Warren Ellis,
MDC,
Second Layer,
the Bar-Kays,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Traffic Nightmare,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Theoretical Girls,
Fluxion,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Franke,
K-Klass,
Wolf Eyes,
Bill Wells,
John Holt,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Inner City,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Smoke,
Marmalade,
New Order,
Technova,
Frankie Knuckles,
Vladislav Delay,
Gang Green,
Chris Corsano,
Aural Exciters,
Rhythm & Sound,
Brick,
Cameo,
Deakin,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tubeway Army,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eric Copeland,
Quadrant,
Buzzcocks,
Pussy Galore,
Japan,
Lalo Schifrin,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Grass Roots,
Aloha Tigers,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.