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 Mongolia and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 oboe 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 Frankie Knuckles to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Darondo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bush Tetras,
Brothers Johnson,
Brass Construction,
Absolute Body Control,
L. Decosne,
Albert Ayler,
Con Funk Shun,
Kayak,
The Vogues,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sound Behaviour,
Susan Cadogan,
8 Eyed Spy,
Wings,
These Immortal Souls,
Lebanon Hanover,
Max Romeo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Hot Snakes,
Unrelated Segments,
Howard Jones,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tommy Roe,
Masters at Work,
Marc Almond,
LL Cool J,
Make Up,
Jesper Dahlback,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Red Krayola,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ludus,
Nick Fraelich,
Marshall Jefferson,
Anakelly,
D'Angelo,
Faust,
Sällskapet,
Simply Red,
The United States of America,
Scion,
The Techniques,
Blancmange,
Eric Copeland,
The Victims,
Andrew Hill,
John Cale,
Jerry's Kids,
Soulsonic Force,
DJ Style,
Godley & Creme,
Bobby Womack,
Lucky Dragons,
Maleditus Sound,
Lightning Bolt,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.