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 Equatorial Guinea and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Prince Buster to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
T.S.O.L.,
Los Fastidios,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sound Behaviour,
ABBA,
Max Romeo,
Jandek,
Rotary Connection,
The Happenings,
The Cramps,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Seeds,
Pylon,
Sonny Sharrock,
Guru Guru,
Iggy Pop,
Cybotron,
Heaven 17,
Royal Trux,
Jacob Miller,
Scion,
Maurizio,
Scrapy,
Von Mondo,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Blackbyrds,
Lucky Dragons,
Public Enemy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Delta 5,
Agitation Free,
Dead Boys,
Lightning Bolt,
David Axelrod,
Slick Rick,
CMW,
Icehouse,
Aural Exciters,
Joyce Sims,
FM Einheit,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cluster,
Arthur Verocai,
Q and Not U,
Stetsasonic,
Flash Fearless,
The Walker Brothers,
Depeche Mode,
Quantec,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kayak,
David Bowie,
Tommy Roe,
Letta Mbulu,
Wire,
X-Ray Spex,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Human League,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.