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 Venezuela and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sexual Harrassment to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
The Move,
Chrome,
Tubeway Army,
Interpol,
The Monochrome Set,
Leonard Cohen,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Vogues,
The Electric Prunes,
R.M.O.,
Todd Rundgren,
Soul II Soul,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Flash Fearless,
Eddi Front,
Supertramp,
Freddie Wadling,
Oneida,
Pet Shop Boys,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
PIL,
Funky Four + One,
a-ha,
Soft Cell,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Newcleus,
kango's stein massive,
Simply Red,
Mad Mike,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sandy B,
Jerry Gold Smith,
CMW,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bizarre Inc.,
Joy Division,
X-101,
The Misunderstood,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Knickerbockers,
Brick,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sparks,
Motorama,
Marcia Griffiths,
T.S.O.L.,
Qualms,
Brothers Johnson,
Cybotron,
Moby Grape,
Jeff Mills,
Wire,
Aaron Thompson,
Derrick May,
Gastr Del Sol,
Metal Thangz,
Blossom Toes,
Half Japanese,
The Zeros,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Funkadelic,
Y Pants,
The Smiths,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.