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 United States and from Taipei.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 harpsichord 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 Skarface to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Roger Hodgson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Divine Comedy,
Warren Ellis,
Cheater Slicks,
Brass Construction,
Idris Muhammad,
Brand Nubian,
Jerry's Kids,
Graham Central Station,
Lyres,
David Bowie,
Harry Pussy,
James White and The Blacks,
Brothers Johnson,
Pere Ubu,
Glenn Branca,
CMW,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Groovy Waters,
The American Breed,
Crash Course in Science,
Ludus,
Dark Day,
Toni Rubio,
Boredoms,
The Wake,
Soft Cell,
Saccharine Trust,
Easy Going,
These Immortal Souls,
The Stooges,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Grass Roots,
Avey Tare,
Nico,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Judy Mowatt,
Jandek,
The United States of America,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kaleidoscope,
Gang Gang Dance,
Porter Ricks,
Freddie Wadling,
F. McDonald,
B.T. Express,
Fat Boys,
New Order,
Supertramp,
Gong,
Khruangbin,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bauhaus,
Underground Resistance,
Mr. Review,
Scratch Acid,
Johnny Clarke,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.