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 El Salvador and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Pantytec to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Youth Brigade,
Nirvana,
John Foxx,
Alison Limerick,
A Certain Ratio,
Trumans Water,
The Angels of Light,
Outsiders,
Eric Copeland,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sex Pistols,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jacques Brel,
Dark Day,
Sonny Sharrock,
David Axelrod,
Jimmy McGriff,
Minor Threat,
The Fugs,
Pantaleimon,
Brothers Johnson,
The Red Krayola,
The Slits,
The J.B.'s,
The Happenings,
Fad Gadget,
Von Mondo,
The Pop Group,
Jawbox,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Masters at Work,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Archie Shepp,
The Martian,
DNA,
Stiv Bators,
Depeche Mode,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Vogues,
The Victims,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Yusef Lateef,
Easy Going,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lucky Dragons,
Scientists,
Joyce Sims,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Althea and Donna,
Absolute Body Control,
The Detroit Cobras,
Brand Nubian,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Accadde A,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Loose Ends,
The Walker Brothers,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.