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 Micronesia 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 spring reverb 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 Babytalk to the techno 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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jacques Brel,
Mark Hollis,
The Human League,
OOIOO,
Arthur Verocai,
Peter and Kerry,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Raincoats,
Average White Band,
H. Thieme,
Grandmaster Flash,
Darondo,
Amazonics,
Wally Richardson,
Funkadelic,
PIL,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Wasted Youth,
Steve Hackett,
Brothers Johnson,
The Fugs,
Maurizio,
Roy Ayers,
Crash Course in Science,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Easy Going,
Bad Manners,
Heaven 17,
Kevin Saunderson,
Vainqueur,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pet Shop Boys,
X-Ray Spex,
Ultra Naté,
The Misunderstood,
Neil Young,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Hot Snakes,
Minor Threat,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Cowsills,
Pussy Galore,
Funky Four + One,
Jesper Dahlback,
Soulsonic Force,
Skarface,
Symarip,
Johnny Osbourne,
Slick Rick,
the Association,
Graham Central Station,
The Smiths,
Masters at Work,
Terry Callier,
the Slits,
Bob Dylan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Panda Bear,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
JFA,
Godley & Creme,
Scientists,
Morten Harket,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.