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 Liberia and from Beijing.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Shanghai.
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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Technova to the grunge 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 The Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moebius record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Happenings,
Animal Collective,
The Fortunes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Interpol,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Theoretical Girls,
The Raincoats,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Grauzone,
Avey Tare,
The Velvet Underground,
Nation of Ulysses,
Spandau Ballet,
Soul II Soul,
Sparks,
The Tremeloes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Index,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The United States of America,
Traffic Nightmare,
Babytalk,
Gerry Rafferty,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pere Ubu,
The Red Krayola,
Minutemen,
Ponytail,
Flipper,
Lightning Bolt,
Buzzcocks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Techniques,
Symarip,
Infiniti,
a-ha,
The Real Kids,
Eric Dolphy,
Minny Pops,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Pop Group,
Iggy Pop,
The Divine Comedy,
James White and The Blacks,
Rod Modell,
Ultimate Spinach,
Alison Limerick,
Barrington Levy,
Blake Baxter,
kango's stein massive,
Clear Light,
Agent Orange,
The Dirtbombs,
Franke,
T. Rex,
Cameo,
The Music Machine,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.