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 Nepal and from Manila.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 chamberlin 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 the Normal to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Darondo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Barbara Tucker,
The Kinks,
The Associates,
Joensuu 1685,
Nico,
Joe Finger,
Amazonics,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Surgeon,
Brothers Johnson,
Royal Trux,
Von Mondo,
Ornette Coleman,
K-Klass,
Metal Thangz,
Flipper,
Faust,
Todd Rundgren,
Nirvana,
Funky Four + One,
June of 44,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Das Ding,
Schoolly D,
Flash Fearless,
Bobby Womack,
Lower 48,
Godley & Creme,
Johnny Osbourne,
Derrick Morgan,
Rekid,
Mo-Dettes,
Zero Boys,
Duran Duran,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bootsy Collins,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cluster,
The Invisible,
Bronski Beat,
Mark Hollis,
Hoover,
Unrelated Segments,
cv313,
Idris Muhammad,
Mars,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Trojans,
Oneida,
Visage,
Johnny Clarke,
The Saints,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Second Layer,
Can,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Roy Ayers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Juan Atkins,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.