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 Benin and from Paris.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 808 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 Index to the electroclash 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
The Music Machine,
Johnny Clarke,
The Pretty Things,
Neu!,
Negative Approach,
The J.B.'s,
The Slackers,
The Skatalites,
Carl Craig,
Sister Nancy,
Intrusion,
Connie Case,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Index,
Roger Hodgson,
The Mojo Men,
Simply Red,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Metal Thangz,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Soft Cell,
Pierre Henry,
Los Fastidios,
Swell Maps,
Kayak,
Groovy Waters,
Severed Heads,
X-102,
the Association,
Minutemen,
Rhythm & Sound,
Piero Umiliani,
Sun Ra,
cv313,
Audionom,
Joe Finger,
Brick,
Bad Manners,
Kaleidoscope,
The Fortunes,
Peter and Kerry,
Television,
Sound Behaviour,
Q65,
The Velvet Underground,
Lakeside,
Matthew Bourne,
Davy DMX,
ABC,
The Moleskins,
Stetsasonic,
A Certain Ratio,
Rufus Thomas,
Subhumans,
The Star Department,
Lalann,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Funky Four + One,
Bush Tetras,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.