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 Laos and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 arpeggiator 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 The Divine Comedy to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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 Fall,
David Axelrod,
John Cale,
Scott Walker,
Eric Dolphy,
Derrick May,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
L. Decosne,
Darondo,
The Walker Brothers,
Black Sheep,
Arcadia,
The Litter,
Radio Birdman,
The Dave Clark Five,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Blues Magoos,
The Cowsills,
Nils Olav,
Pylon,
KRS-One,
Godley & Creme,
Jeff Mills,
The Detroit Cobras,
Crooked Eye,
The Happenings,
A Certain Ratio,
Tommy Roe,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Offenders,
Angry Samoans,
Bobby Byrd,
Talk Talk,
The Mojo Men,
Siglo XX,
Average White Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Can,
Das Ding,
Pet Shop Boys,
Moebius,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Absolute Body Control,
Rekid,
Technova,
X-102,
Infiniti,
Reagan Youth,
Underground Resistance,
Anakelly,
Nirvana,
The Divine Comedy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Basic Channel,
Nik Kershaw,
Pagans,
Gastr Del Sol,
Saccharine Trust,
Alton Ellis,
Carl Craig,
Swans,
Eddi Front,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.