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 Netherlands and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Boogie Down Productions to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Jimmy McGriff,
Suicide,
Young Marble Giants,
Skriet,
Judy Mowatt,
One Last Wish,
Lindisfarne,
Todd Terry,
Theoretical Girls,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Reagan Youth,
Terrestrial Tones,
It's A Beautiful Day,
8 Eyed Spy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lightning Bolt,
The Music Machine,
B.T. Express,
Sparks,
Ornette Coleman,
Subhumans,
Harmonia,
Marine Girls,
Angry Samoans,
Technova,
Saccharine Trust,
X-Ray Spex,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Fire Engines,
Fat Boys,
Faraquet,
Hot Snakes,
Godley & Creme,
The Selecter,
Soft Machine,
The Smiths,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sugar Minott,
Bluetip,
The Misunderstood,
The United States of America,
Eric B and Rakim,
Nils Olav,
The Raincoats,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Names,
Donald Byrd,
Niagra,
John Foxx,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pere Ubu,
World's Most,
Flamin' Groovies,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Little Man,
Donny Hathaway,
Rapeman,
The Mojo Men,
CMW,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.