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 Yemen and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Faraquet to the grunge 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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Shuggie Otis,
Anthony Braxton,
Arcadia,
Scion,
The Raincoats,
Make Up,
John Lydon,
Niagra,
Derrick Morgan,
Surgeon,
Sällskapet,
Marine Girls,
the Normal,
John Holt,
Sex Pistols,
UT,
Archie Shepp,
Sonny Sharrock,
Quantec,
Aloha Tigers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Wake,
Warsaw,
Bob Dylan,
The Toasters,
Animal Collective,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lyres,
John Cale,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eddi Front,
Blossom Toes,
The Mojo Men,
Delta 5,
Bluetip,
The Skatalites,
Nils Olav,
The Monochrome Set,
Agent Orange,
Don Cherry,
AZ,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Public Enemy,
Eve St. Jones,
Cecil Taylor,
Stereo Dub,
Sarah Menescal,
Hoover,
Darondo,
B.T. Express,
Oblivians,
The J.B.'s,
Bobby Sherman,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Swans,
Slave,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Kinks,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.