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 Cyprus and from Seoul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 harpsichord 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 Qualms to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
D'Angelo,
Mark Hollis,
Gong,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Buckinghams,
Rotary Connection,
Spoonie Gee,
The Smoke,
Boogie Down Productions,
John Holt,
E-Dancer,
Schoolly D,
Swans,
The Saints,
Niagra,
Laurel Aitken,
Wasted Youth,
David McCallum,
Jeff Mills,
Spandau Ballet,
Barry Ungar,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Roger Hodgson,
Parry Music,
The Cure,
Dark Day,
Amazonics,
MDC,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pagans,
Kayak,
Deadbeat,
Cameo,
Mars,
Godley & Creme,
Crime,
Sonic Youth,
T. Rex,
Massinfluence,
The Pop Group,
cv313,
Harry Pussy,
Joe Smooth,
Rod Modell,
Au Pairs,
Agitation Free,
Jerry's Kids,
The Trojans,
The Gladiators,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Neon Judgement,
Avey Tare,
Albert Ayler,
The Cowsills,
Blossom Toes,
U.S. Maple,
Gang Green,
Delta 5,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.