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 Micronesia and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manchester.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator 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 snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
The Walker Brothers,
Piero Umiliani,
Oblivians,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Niagra,
The Vogues,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Laurel Aitken,
Easy Going,
The Birthday Party,
Section 25,
Neil Young,
Gang Starr,
The Barracudas,
Blancmange,
The Victims,
June of 44,
Audionom,
Pylon,
Faust,
Freddie Wadling,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Accadde A,
Roxette,
PIL,
The Neon Judgement,
The Associates,
China Crisis,
Jeff Mills,
Bootsy Collins,
Bang On A Can,
Kaleidoscope,
Babytalk,
Porter Ricks,
The Blackbyrds,
Au Pairs,
Maurizio,
U.S. Maple,
Johnny Clarke,
K-Klass,
Gong,
Yellowson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Aaron Thompson,
Warsaw,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Tremeloes,
The Dave Clark Five,
LL Cool J,
Essential Logic,
Symarip,
David Bowie,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Brick,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Knickerbockers,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.