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 Turkmenistan and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 mellotron 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 Tommy Roe to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Brothers Johnson,
Silicon Teens,
Surgeon,
The American Breed,
Radio Birdman,
Loose Ends,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rekid,
The Martian,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gastr Del Sol,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fela Kuti,
Popol Vuh,
Ponytail,
Buzzcocks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Gap Band,
Erasure,
The Human League,
Khruangbin,
Underground Resistance,
Spoonie Gee,
Livin' Joy,
Crooked Eye,
John Foxx,
Wasted Youth,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eden Ahbez,
Adolescents,
Guru Guru,
Hoover,
Jeru the Damaja,
Public Enemy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cluster,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Pop Group,
Jacques Brel,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Quando Quango,
Fad Gadget,
Newcleus,
Tears for Fears,
Agitation Free,
Stiv Bators,
The Searchers,
Sex Pistols,
Saccharine Trust,
Connie Case,
L. Decosne,
Zero Boys,
Angry Samoans,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Section 25,
Unwound,
Throbbing Gristle,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.