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 Ethiopia and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 marimba 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 Aloha Tigers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Modern Lovers,
Siglo XX,
Minnie Riperton,
Amon Düül II,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Michelle Simonal,
DJ Style,
Joe Smooth,
Roxy Music,
Archie Shepp,
Terrestrial Tones,
Aloha Tigers,
F. McDonald,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fela Kuti,
Heaven 17,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Carl Craig,
Tim Buckley,
X-102,
Blancmange,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ornette Coleman,
Fugazi,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Big Daddy Kane,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rakim,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Peter and Kerry,
Arab on Radar,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nik Kershaw,
The Monochrome Set,
The Durutti Column,
ABC,
The Index,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Dirtbombs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Newcleus,
Absolute Body Control,
Blake Baxter,
Eve St. Jones,
The Cure,
Bush Tetras,
Interpol,
Morten Harket,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ponytail,
Symarip,
Technova,
Ultravox,
Marcia Griffiths,
Soul Sonic Force,
Reuben Wilson,
Dead Boys,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.