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 Samoa 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Columbus.
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 arpeggiator 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 Iggy Pop to the funk 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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Hardrive,
Juan Atkins,
Susan Cadogan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Stereo Dub,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Blues Magoos,
Sällskapet,
Jawbox,
Moebius,
Charles Mingus,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gang Gang Dance,
Supertramp,
Gang Green,
Unwound,
Jerry Gold Smith,
H. Thieme,
Goldenarms,
Lindisfarne,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Schoolly D,
Urselle,
Eve St. Jones,
Saccharine Trust,
Scientists,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Standells,
Tim Buckley,
Rosa Yemen,
Von Mondo,
New Order,
Dennis Brown,
Peter and Kerry,
Ohio Players,
Accadde A,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cluster,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Skriet,
Marvin Gaye,
Animal Collective,
Loose Ends,
Surgeon,
Thee Headcoats,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pantytec,
A Certain Ratio,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eric B and Rakim,
Crime,
Derrick Morgan,
Howard Jones,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Index,
Magma,
The Alarm Clocks,
Blossom Toes,
The Monks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.