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 Barbados and from Winnipeg.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Gian Franco Pienzio 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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Slave,
Mo-Dettes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Scientists,
Agent Orange,
Kenny Larkin,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ten City,
Peter and Kerry,
The Walker Brothers,
The Associates,
James White and The Blacks,
The Monks,
F. McDonald,
ABC,
Freddie Wadling,
CMW,
Archie Shepp,
John Lydon,
Wasted Youth,
Babytalk,
DJ Style,
The Buckinghams,
Moby Grape,
The Toasters,
Quando Quango,
The Kinks,
Chris Corsano,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eli Mardock,
Trumans Water,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Howard Jones,
Big Daddy Kane,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Monks,
Jacob Miller,
Glenn Branca,
The Blackbyrds,
Inner City,
Kaleidoscope,
The Cramps,
Moss Icon,
Dorothy Ashby,
Andrew Hill,
Lalann,
Sonny Sharrock,
Idris Muhammad,
Dave Gahan,
Lower 48,
Mars,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Oblivians,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Cure,
Ludus,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ultravox,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.