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 Greece and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 güiro 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 R.M.O. to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
the Soft Cell,
Black Pus,
Graham Central Station,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Zapp,
Ludus,
The Human League,
Max Romeo,
CMW,
Glenn Branca,
Michelle Simonal,
Jeff Mills,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kayak,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Stooges,
Jacques Brel,
Clear Light,
Gastr Del Sol,
Motorama,
Adolescents,
Barbara Tucker,
Y Pants,
Peter and Kerry,
Loose Ends,
the Slits,
Peter & Gordon,
Marcia Griffiths,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Erasure,
Skaos,
Soul II Soul,
Eli Mardock,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Cybotron,
Sällskapet,
Eve St. Jones,
Sunsets and Hearts,
10cc,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Monks,
Groovy Waters,
David McCallum,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
Drexciya,
Main Source,
The Last Poets,
Eurythmics,
Pulsallama,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Mojo Men,
John Lydon,
Basic Channel,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lindisfarne,
Pussy Galore,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.