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 Barbados and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 organ 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 Accadde A to the techno 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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Franke,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Black Bananas,
Masters at Work,
Sight & Sound,
Pulsallama,
New Age Steppers,
Aural Exciters,
Bobby Sherman,
Sarah Menescal,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pussy Galore,
Moby Grape,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Johnny Clarke,
The United States of America,
Subhumans,
Henry Cow,
The Evens,
Pierre Henry,
Alphaville,
Jawbox,
Ultra Naté,
Fela Kuti,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Derrick May,
June Days,
Barrington Levy,
Byron Stingily,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Offenders,
Hardrive,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Make Up,
Tom Boy,
Sparks,
Bad Manners,
The Golliwogs,
Peter and Kerry,
Mars,
Faraquet,
The Angels of Light,
The Leaves,
Ronan,
Brass Construction,
D'Angelo,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Slits,
Intrusion,
The Smoke,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Matthew Halsall,
Groovy Waters,
Model 500,
The Fall,
Nico,
Moss Icon,
The New Christs,
The Toasters,
Theoretical Girls,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.