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 Montenegro and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Spandau Ballet to the techno 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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Delta 5,
Hoover,
Tubeway Army,
Al Stewart,
The Skatalites,
Kurtis Blow,
John Holt,
The Blackbyrds,
MC5,
Sound Behaviour,
New York Dolls,
The Tremeloes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Stereo Dub,
Animal Collective,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
John Coltrane,
The Invisible,
Radio Birdman,
Arab on Radar,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
X-101,
Tropical Tobacco,
Tomorrow,
Lou Christie,
Althea and Donna,
Todd Rundgren,
Ludus,
Whodini,
The Searchers,
UT,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Glambeats Corp.,
Tom Boy,
The Fire Engines,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Inner City,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Byron Stingily,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Mummies,
Camouflage,
Carl Craig,
Make Up,
Deadbeat,
Underground Resistance,
the Soft Cell,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Kinks,
Excepter,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jawbox,
Gichy Dan,
Mars,
Silicon Teens,
Magazine,
Sonny Sharrock,
Derrick Morgan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Swans,
Vainqueur,
Roxy Music,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.