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 Tajikistan and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Swell Maps to the grime 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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 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 Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Zero Boys,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ludus,
Fluxion,
Quantec,
Maleditus Sound,
Curtis Mayfield,
E-Dancer,
Bluetip,
Motorama,
The Residents,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Accadde A,
Nation of Ulysses,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eyeless In Gaza,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Divine Comedy,
Country Teasers,
Kenny Larkin,
The Mummies,
Dawn Penn,
Marshall Jefferson,
Underground Resistance,
Andrew Hill,
Alphaville,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lou Christie,
CMW,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Isaac Hayes,
Pantytec,
Yaz,
a-ha,
The Monks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Fortunes,
Judy Mowatt,
Anthony Braxton,
Leonard Cohen,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Minor Threat,
Ultimate Spinach,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Fuzztones,
Unwound,
Black Flag,
These Immortal Souls,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Basic Channel,
Slave,
Faraquet,
Funky Four + One,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gang Green,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Godley & Creme,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.