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 Estonia and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Connie Case to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
The Birthday Party,
Lyres,
The Durutti Column,
Sound Behaviour,
X-102,
Ornette Coleman,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Fuzztones,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cymande,
Quando Quango,
Chris Corsano,
Eurythmics,
Mr. Review,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Frankie Knuckles,
K-Klass,
Malaria!,
Faraquet,
MDC,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Desert Stars,
Kas Product,
Mad Mike,
Moby Grape,
Cluster,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tim Buckley,
Scientists,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Fall,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ponytail,
Circle Jerks,
Unwound,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Cure,
Josef K,
Cybotron,
Brick,
Crash Course in Science,
Warsaw,
The Five Americans,
The Standells,
Crooked Eye,
F. McDonald,
John Holt,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mars,
Amazonics,
The Pop Group,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Average White Band,
Colin Newman,
Fat Boys,
Cameo,
Porter Ricks,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.