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 Qatar and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Cecil Taylor,
Ludus,
Jawbox,
JFA,
Crash Course in Science,
Shuggie Otis,
Reagan Youth,
Nation of Ulysses,
London Community Gospel Choir,
La Düsseldorf,
Lebanon Hanover,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Siglo XX,
Glenn Branca,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mandrill,
Big Daddy Kane,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The United States of America,
The Fall,
The Fuzztones,
New Age Steppers,
The Cowsills,
Jeff Lynne,
Fela Kuti,
The Raincoats,
Inner City,
Buzzcocks,
The Gun Club,
Albert Ayler,
Donny Hathaway,
The Music Machine,
Eli Mardock,
Don Cherry,
Das Ding,
Harmonia,
Josef K,
Junior Murvin,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Doors,
DJ Style,
Thee Headcoats,
The Trojans,
Todd Rundgren,
Pierre Henry,
Rufus Thomas,
Warsaw,
Minor Threat,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Associates,
Skriet,
Brand Nubian,
X-101,
The Moleskins,
Urselle,
Scrapy,
Terry Callier,
The Neon Judgement,
Connie Case,
A Certain Ratio,
Dual Sessions,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.