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 Uzbekistan and from Toronto.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Silicon Teens to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Deakin,
Gang Starr,
The Durutti Column,
The Beau Brummels,
Hardrive,
the Swans,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nirvana,
The Move,
The Walker Brothers,
The Motions,
Toni Rubio,
Graham Central Station,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Cure,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Q65,
The Skatalites,
H. Thieme,
Guru Guru,
Mo-Dettes,
Black Sheep,
K-Klass,
Khruangbin,
Bootsy Collins,
Dead Boys,
Grauzone,
Tears for Fears,
Q and Not U,
Throbbing Gristle,
Angry Samoans,
The Blues Magoos,
a-ha,
The Searchers,
David Bowie,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Soul Sonic Force,
La Düsseldorf,
Lower 48,
Sun City Girls,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jerry's Kids,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Star Department,
Model 500,
Aural Exciters,
Porter Ricks,
Rod Modell,
Gerry Rafferty,
Tommy Roe,
Shoche,
Joe Smooth,
Ronan,
Albert Ayler,
Kool Moe Dee,
X-101,
Letta Mbulu,
Yusef Lateef,
The Divine Comedy,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.