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 Venezuela and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 David Bowie 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 CMW to the grime 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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Nas,
Slave,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ultravox,
Funky Four + One,
A Certain Ratio,
the Human League,
The Young Rascals,
Steve Hackett,
Panda Bear,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Erasure,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
X-Ray Spex,
Chris Corsano,
Radio Birdman,
a-ha,
Barclay James Harvest,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mad Mike,
Aloha Tigers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Davy DMX,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Bar-Kays,
Suicide,
The Velvet Underground,
Gang Starr,
Swell Maps,
The Slits,
Nico,
Talk Talk,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Associates,
Lalo Schifrin,
T.S.O.L.,
Lalann,
Ohio Players,
The Cure,
James White and The Blacks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rekid,
Ituana,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Stooges,
Barrington Levy,
The Red Krayola,
Gang of Four,
Ludus,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bauhaus,
Kerri Chandler,
the Germs,
Brand Nubian,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Buckinghams,
Roger Hodgson,
Brass Construction,
Bobby Womack,
Hot Snakes,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.