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 Paraguay 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 arpeggiator 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 Boogie Down Productions to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lower 48,
Minny Pops,
Sun City Girls,
Minor Threat,
Chris & Cosey,
The Evens,
The Five Americans,
Boogie Down Productions,
Suburban Knight,
Au Pairs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Q and Not U,
Faust,
Derrick Morgan,
The Busters,
Blancmange,
Scrapy,
Harry Pussy,
Robert Hood,
Judy Mowatt,
Scott Walker,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Seeds,
Camouflage,
Hoover,
Section 25,
Black Bananas,
Robert Görl,
Morten Harket,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Inner City,
Pussy Galore,
The Cure,
Swans,
Bauhaus,
Excepter,
Gabor Szabo,
The Standells,
U.S. Maple,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Heaven 17,
John Cale,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Quadrant,
X-101,
Anakelly,
Eric Dolphy,
The Golliwogs,
Half Japanese,
Skarface,
Stiv Bators,
Michelle Simonal,
The Wake,
Ralphi Rosario,
Brick,
Franke,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nick Fraelich,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ronan,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.