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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bizarre Inc. to the rap 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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
The Mojo Men,
Monks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ken Boothe,
Siglo XX,
Jeru the Damaja,
F. McDonald,
Technova,
Erykah Badu,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Pop Group,
Janne Schatter,
Main Source,
Eden Ahbez,
Gong,
Wolf Eyes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Misunderstood,
Vladislav Delay,
Letta Mbulu,
Leonard Cohen,
Juan Atkins,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Guru Guru,
Magazine,
Marvin Gaye,
Gil Scott Heron,
Blancmange,
Depeche Mode,
The Zeros,
Silicon Teens,
Marc Almond,
Panda Bear,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Second Layer,
The Shadows of Knight,
Maleditus Sound,
Sam Rivers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lindisfarne,
The Dave Clark Five,
Saccharine Trust,
The Searchers,
La Düsseldorf,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Interpol,
The Remains,
Half Japanese,
Henry Cow,
Visage,
The Cramps,
Ice-T,
June of 44,
Aloha Tigers,
Thee Headcoats,
CMW,
X-Ray Spex,
Crispy Ambulance,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.