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 Jordan and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 sitar 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 Jacques Brel to the electroclash 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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Kenny Larkin,
Barry Ungar,
Mandrill,
Terrestrial Tones,
Zero Boys,
Popol Vuh,
Joensuu 1685,
Alton Ellis,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Victims,
The Velvet Underground,
the Germs,
Public Image Ltd.,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Danielle Patucci,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Vogues,
Al Stewart,
Arcadia,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Underground Resistance,
the Normal,
Bill Near,
Funkadelic,
The Index,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Franke,
Excepter,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tears for Fears,
Massinfluence,
Bob Dylan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Slave,
The Gladiators,
Max Romeo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Nirvana,
Blossom Toes,
The Star Department,
Spandau Ballet,
Lindisfarne,
Roy Ayers,
Colin Newman,
The Young Rascals,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Selecter,
Aural Exciters,
Eve St. Jones,
X-101,
Eric B and Rakim,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eric Copeland,
Delta 5,
Marvin Gaye,
Basic Channel,
Outsiders,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.