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 Kazakhstan and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Freddie Wadling to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
DJ Sneak,
Toni Rubio,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Carl Craig,
Thompson Twins,
Heaven 17,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Desert Stars,
Barry Ungar,
Idris Muhammad,
Bill Near,
the Normal,
The Mummies,
The Real Kids,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Silicon Teens,
Boz Scaggs,
Interpol,
Byron Stingily,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Donald Byrd,
the Swans,
Symarip,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
ABBA,
Black Bananas,
Joensuu 1685,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Negative Approach,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Toasters,
Lucky Dragons,
Nils Olav,
Parry Music,
B.T. Express,
Bob Dylan,
Man Eating Sloth,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Shuggie Otis,
Metal Thangz,
Rotary Connection,
Delon & Dalcan,
Oneida,
A Certain Ratio,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bobby Sherman,
Roger Hodgson,
Infiniti,
Radiopuhelimet,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Leonard Cohen,
Crooked Eye,
Gang Green,
Bush Tetras,
Black Moon,
The Vogues,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.