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 East Timor and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 the Normal to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Tim Buckley,
The Modern Lovers,
X-Ray Spex,
The Last Poets,
Arcadia,
EPMD,
Alison Limerick,
Al Stewart,
Derrick May,
Hashim,
Pagans,
cv313,
Tommy Roe,
Theoretical Girls,
Pierre Henry,
Robert Hood,
Television,
Moby Grape,
Interpol,
Fela Kuti,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bluetip,
Whodini,
Soul II Soul,
Beasts of Bourbon,
ABC,
Scrapy,
The Associates,
Nirvana,
the Sonics,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Moebius,
Jesper Dahlback,
Porter Ricks,
Rekid,
The Young Rascals,
John Foxx,
Jeru the Damaja,
Tres Demented,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Scott Walker,
Tubeway Army,
Soft Cell,
Don Cherry,
Trumans Water,
LL Cool J,
David McCallum,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kenny Larkin,
the Association,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Amon Düül II,
Ornette Coleman,
Alice Coltrane,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.