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 Vanuatu and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 spring reverb 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 DJ Style to the techno 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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bizarre Inc.,
Model 500,
Matthew Bourne,
The Smiths,
Anthony Braxton,
The Sound,
Sexual Harrassment,
Electric Prunes,
Neil Young,
the Germs,
OOIOO,
Donny Hathaway,
Magma,
Stiv Bators,
Marcia Griffiths,
Crooked Eye,
The Durutti Column,
The Pretty Things,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Amazonics,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bob Dylan,
B.T. Express,
Throbbing Gristle,
Skarface,
Half Japanese,
The Sonics,
June of 44,
CMW,
Goldenarms,
The Shadows of Knight,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sonic Youth,
Erykah Badu,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jawbox,
Johnny Osbourne,
Henry Cow,
R.M.O.,
Whodini,
Mark Hollis,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jacques Brel,
Niagra,
The Remains,
Silicon Teens,
Grauzone,
Siglo XX,
Royal Trux,
Angry Samoans,
Camouflage,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Leonard Cohen,
Stetsasonic,
Pere Ubu,
Drexciya,
Second Layer,
Drive Like Jehu,
Technova,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.