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 Australia and from Spokane.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 John Cale to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates 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 clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division 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?
Pagans,
Brass Construction,
The Velvet Underground,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dual Sessions,
The J.B.'s,
Lou Reed,
The Vogues,
Little Man,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eddi Front,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Siglo XX,
Faraquet,
The Durutti Column,
China Crisis,
Anakelly,
Schoolly D,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Anthony Braxton,
Throbbing Gristle,
Marc Almond,
Jawbox,
The Standells,
Fat Boys,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Amazonics,
Monolake,
Aloha Tigers,
Joey Negro,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Thompson Twins,
Joy Division,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kevin Saunderson,
Animal Collective,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ten City,
Nation of Ulysses,
Leonard Cohen,
Pulsallama,
The Doobie Brothers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eric Dolphy,
Agent Orange,
The Zeros,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gregory Isaacs,
Urselle,
The Sound,
A Certain Ratio,
The Smiths,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gabor Szabo,
Pet Shop Boys,
Barrington Levy,
Mr. Review,
Quadrant,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Connie Case,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.