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 Mexico 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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sneak to the dance 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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Althea and Donna,
Zero Boys,
Jandek,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Fire Engines,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dead Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bauhaus,
Crooked Eye,
Skarface,
Fugazi,
OOIOO,
Todd Terry,
Blancmange,
Inner City,
Can,
Stetsasonic,
Alphaville,
Saccharine Trust,
The Names,
Funky Four + One,
Peter & Gordon,
Danielle Patucci,
Black Flag,
Flipper,
The Velvet Underground,
Bob Dylan,
Ohio Players,
Lightning Bolt,
La Düsseldorf,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bush Tetras,
New Age Steppers,
Half Japanese,
One Last Wish,
Agent Orange,
Desert Stars,
Judy Mowatt,
Gichy Dan,
The J.B.'s,
Oneida,
The Cramps,
Joy Division,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Bar-Kays,
Freddie Wadling,
Gang Gang Dance,
Black Sheep,
Index,
Big Daddy Kane,
Unwound,
The Motions,
Urselle,
Joensuu 1685,
Adolescents,
Todd Rundgren,
Arthur Verocai,
DJ Style,
Dawn Penn,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.