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 Kyrgyzstan and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 K-Klass 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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Babytalk,
The Fire Engines,
Stiv Bators,
Gang Green,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Thompson Twins,
Dead Boys,
Erasure,
Bill Wells,
Lalo Schifrin,
Wally Richardson,
Pussy Galore,
Tom Boy,
John Holt,
DJ Style,
Tears for Fears,
The Misunderstood,
Eric Dolphy,
Derrick Morgan,
The Electric Prunes,
In Retrospect,
Infiniti,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ronan,
Echospace,
Adolescents,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Morten Harket,
Sällskapet,
Prince Buster,
Robert Wyatt,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gabor Szabo,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mantronix,
Crispian St. Peters,
Brass Construction,
Warsaw,
Rufus Thomas,
Bootsy Collins,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Marmalade,
Kool Moe Dee,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Alice Coltrane,
Amon Düül,
Mark Hollis,
Fatback Band,
Juan Atkins,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Talk Talk,
Lindisfarne,
The Buckinghams,
Joey Negro,
PIL,
Banda Bassotti,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.