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 Lebanon and from Madrid.
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 Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 snare 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 Pet Shop Boys to the crunk 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 The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Parry Music,
Agitation Free,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nik Kershaw,
Curtis Mayfield,
June of 44,
Drexciya,
Roxette,
Qualms,
Jeru the Damaja,
Black Bananas,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sällskapet,
Cal Tjader,
Hasil Adkins,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Leaves,
The Sonics,
The Busters,
The Saints,
Sonic Youth,
The Techniques,
Derrick May,
Brand Nubian,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ronan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Peter & Gordon,
The Beau Brummels,
Robert Görl,
Brick,
Sexual Harrassment,
Oneida,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Supertramp,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Laurel Aitken,
Warren Ellis,
Shoche,
Eric B and Rakim,
Scan 7,
The Fortunes,
Lakeside,
Vainqueur,
Metal Thangz,
Marcia Griffiths,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Hardrive,
Dark Day,
The Dead C,
The Victims,
Suburban Knight,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
48th St. Collective,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Prince Buster,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Theoretical Girls,
Yaz,
Youth Brigade,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.