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 Mexico and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 chamberlin 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 China Crisis to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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 Mighty Diamonds,
Fatback Band,
Shoche,
Average White Band,
The Raincoats,
Bluetip,
Matthew Halsall,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Agitation Free,
Nils Olav,
Hasil Adkins,
Monks,
The Pretty Things,
The Flesh Eaters,
James White and The Blacks,
The Fortunes,
Aaron Thompson,
The Fugs,
Moebius,
Robert Wyatt,
The Birthday Party,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Star Department,
Monolake,
Sight & Sound,
AZ,
T.S.O.L.,
The Blues Magoos,
The Fall,
Matthew Bourne,
Crooked Eye,
Goldenarms,
Echospace,
Thompson Twins,
Stetsasonic,
Unwound,
Brothers Johnson,
The Martian,
John Lydon,
Quando Quango,
June of 44,
John Coltrane,
Neil Young,
Scion,
Icehouse,
The Grass Roots,
The Mummies,
Joensuu 1685,
Accadde A,
La Düsseldorf,
Bob Dylan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Maurizio,
Marcia Griffiths,
Grandmaster Flash,
Joy Division,
Jeff Mills,
Carl Craig,
Pere Ubu,
Silicon Teens,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.