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 Philippines and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 chamberlin 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 Hasil Adkins to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Warren Ellis,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Sonics,
Man Parrish,
EPMD,
Wolf Eyes,
Ronan,
Eric B and Rakim,
In Retrospect,
Gastr Del Sol,
Hot Snakes,
Magma,
Lightning Bolt,
D'Angelo,
Gerry Rafferty,
Depeche Mode,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gang Gang Dance,
Half Japanese,
Skriet,
Shoche,
Faraquet,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Royal Trux,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
ABBA,
Danielle Patucci,
Magazine,
The Gories,
The Pretty Things,
Fad Gadget,
The Slits,
AZ,
H. Thieme,
Pantaleimon,
Metal Thangz,
Idris Muhammad,
David Bowie,
The Tremeloes,
Bad Manners,
Outsiders,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Altered Images,
The Skatalites,
Dual Sessions,
Adolescents,
Suburban Knight,
Pylon,
Carl Craig,
Trumans Water,
Alton Ellis,
The Pop Group,
Pagans,
Grauzone,
Blancmange,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.