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 Guatemala and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Hong Kong.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Jerry's Kids to the rap 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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
John Coltrane,
Eve St. Jones,
Lyres,
Suicide,
Colin Newman,
Alton Ellis,
Bronski Beat,
Model 500,
Visage,
Nico,
The Music Machine,
Monks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Laurel Aitken,
the Association,
The Slackers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mad Mike,
Morten Harket,
Faust,
Erasure,
The Alarm Clocks,
Swans,
Grandmaster Flash,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Theoretical Girls,
Chris Corsano,
Hashim,
The Black Dice,
Fugazi,
Circle Jerks,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jandek,
Skriet,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Alphaville,
New York Dolls,
Monolake,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Suburban Knight,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Raincoats,
The Monochrome Set,
Swell Maps,
Sexual Harrassment,
Black Sheep,
Whodini,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tom Boy,
Jacob Miller,
Tropical Tobacco,
Deadbeat,
Neu!,
Godley & Creme,
Glenn Branca,
Warsaw,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.