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 Eritrea and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Lungfish to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Kerri Chandler,
Jerry's Kids,
Duran Duran,
JFA,
Avey Tare,
Wings,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Monochrome Set,
Reagan Youth,
The Angels of Light,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Invisible,
The J.B.'s,
Audionom,
The Blues Magoos,
Fugazi,
Mark Hollis,
Average White Band,
Camberwell Now,
K-Klass,
PIL,
Brick,
Vladislav Delay,
Symarip,
Kenny Larkin,
Eden Ahbez,
Desert Stars,
Cymande,
Junior Murvin,
Skriet,
Rhythm & Sound,
Maleditus Sound,
Howard Jones,
Brand Nubian,
The Slackers,
Eurythmics,
Kevin Saunderson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Stereo Dub,
Nirvana,
E-Dancer,
Sarah Menescal,
Suburban Knight,
Yaz,
Pantytec,
Robert Hood,
The Wake,
Black Bananas,
Cecil Taylor,
Wasted Youth,
Shoche,
Harry Pussy,
The Dirtbombs,
Glenn Branca,
Quando Quango,
Marvin Gaye,
Hashim,
Fear,
Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling.
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.