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 Netherlands and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 New Christs to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Brothers Johnson,
Ultimate Spinach,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Sound,
Aaron Thompson,
Rapeman,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Khruangbin,
The Cure,
Jeff Lynne,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Warsaw,
Interpol,
Wire,
Jerry's Kids,
Young Marble Giants,
H. Thieme,
The Trojans,
Altered Images,
8 Eyed Spy,
Todd Rundgren,
Man Parrish,
Joensuu 1685,
Icehouse,
48th St. Collective,
Joy Division,
The Slackers,
Pylon,
Radiopuhelimet,
One Last Wish,
The Blackbyrds,
Lindisfarne,
Eli Mardock,
Laurel Aitken,
Carl Craig,
Soft Machine,
Erykah Badu,
The Monks,
Derrick May,
These Immortal Souls,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Gun Club,
Kerri Chandler,
Essential Logic,
Minutemen,
Gichy Dan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Avey Tare,
Bronski Beat,
The Litter,
Faust,
Kas Product,
The Invisible,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.