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 Haiti and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 synthesizer 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 Guru Guru to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Camouflage,
The Happenings,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bill Wells,
Lungfish,
The Beau Brummels,
Pere Ubu,
Rufus Thomas,
Surgeon,
Procol Harum,
Metal Thangz,
Derrick May,
Roxette,
Mars,
Wings,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Crash Course in Science,
kango's stein massive,
Dead Boys,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Barclay James Harvest,
JFA,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lucky Dragons,
The Cure,
Monks,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Mojo Men,
Kurtis Blow,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Vogues,
The Gories,
Agent Orange,
In Retrospect,
Suburban Knight,
Matthew Bourne,
Rekid,
Roxy Music,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Babytalk,
PIL,
EPMD,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Vladislav Delay,
Matthew Halsall,
KRS-One,
Second Layer,
Whodini,
Rod Modell,
The Doors,
Alice Coltrane,
Todd Rundgren,
the Soft Cell,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Connie Case,
Black Bananas,
Scratch Acid,
John Lydon,
Joyce Sims,
Cheater Slicks,
Amon Düül II,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.