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 Uzbekistan and from Woodstock.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Siglo XX to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Skaos,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Scientists,
Roxette,
Lou Christie,
Outsiders,
Bobby Sherman,
Theoretical Girls,
Scrapy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mad Mike,
Neu!,
Anakelly,
The Red Krayola,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Arthur Verocai,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Cymande,
Dawn Penn,
Nas,
Gichy Dan,
Flash Fearless,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Germs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Soft Machine,
Cheater Slicks,
The Associates,
Magazine,
Max Romeo,
Blancmange,
Eric B and Rakim,
Charles Mingus,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Crooked Eye,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Animal Collective,
The Buckinghams,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Chris Corsano,
Vainqueur,
Pylon,
The Gladiators,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Association,
Nils Olav,
Hoover,
John Holt,
Black Sheep,
Alton Ellis,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Circle Jerks,
June Days,
Ultra Naté,
Reuben Wilson,
Ossler,
John Lydon,
The Offenders,
Lou Reed,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.