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 Latvia and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Easy Going 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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Derrick May,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Man Parrish,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Deepchord,
The Victims,
Cluster,
Anthony Braxton,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Grauzone,
Arthur Verocai,
Godley & Creme,
DNA,
Echospace,
Pierre Henry,
Thompson Twins,
Youth Brigade,
Toni Rubio,
Talk Talk,
Robert Hood,
Gang of Four,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Porter Ricks,
Ituana,
Pole,
Matthew Bourne,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Surgeon,
Leonard Cohen,
Gabor Szabo,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sonic Youth,
Aswad,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Juan Atkins,
Gichy Dan,
Josef K,
Swell Maps,
The Blues Magoos,
Charles Mingus,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Birthday Party,
The Index,
Junior Murvin,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Angry Samoans,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Zapp,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Brass Construction,
X-102,
Lucky Dragons,
Soulsonic Force,
Ludus,
R.M.O.,
Fat Boys,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mary Jane Girls,
Oneida,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.