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 Laos and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 harpsichord 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the punk 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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cameo,
Theoretical Girls,
Electric Prunes,
Brass Construction,
The Slits,
Intrusion,
MC5,
The Birthday Party,
the Germs,
The Dirtbombs,
The Electric Prunes,
The Grass Roots,
Oneida,
Anakelly,
Dawn Penn,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Cure,
Underground Resistance,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Flash Fearless,
LL Cool J,
Girls At Our Best!,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Nirvana,
In Retrospect,
Severed Heads,
New Order,
Mark Hollis,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cluster,
The Seeds,
Ohio Players,
Dave Gahan,
Hashim,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Slick Rick,
Barry Ungar,
John Coltrane,
The Slackers,
Sex Pistols,
The American Breed,
Blake Baxter,
Scientists,
John Cale,
The Kinks,
Aural Exciters,
Anthony Braxton,
Soul Sonic Force,
Alison Limerick,
Crooked Eye,
Lightning Bolt,
Aswad,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Shoche,
Johnny Clarke,
Vladislav Delay,
Rhythm & Sound,
DJ Sneak,
Marmalade,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Slits,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.