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 Georgia and from Shanghai.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ludus to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Nirvana,
the Normal,
Sarah Menescal,
The Mummies,
Colin Newman,
Dual Sessions,
The Associates,
The Blues Magoos,
Nils Olav,
Average White Band,
Mars,
This Heat,
Joe Finger,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Marmalade,
Scientists,
Half Japanese,
Tom Boy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Cluster,
Swell Maps,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bobby Womack,
Derrick Morgan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bob Dylan,
In Retrospect,
Rakim,
The Stooges,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Basic Channel,
Q and Not U,
Echospace,
OOIOO,
Parry Music,
Cecil Taylor,
Hashim,
Qualms,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pere Ubu,
Pussy Galore,
Ornette Coleman,
Joy Division,
Outsiders,
The Happenings,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kayak,
Mission of Burma,
Pierre Henry,
Fluxion,
The Seeds,
Dave Gahan,
Babytalk,
The Birthday Party,
Laurel Aitken,
Steve Hackett,
Liliput,
The Tremeloes,
Yellowson,
Graham Central Station,
Brass Construction,
The Golliwogs,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.