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 Brunei and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Robert Hood to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
The Dead C,
Idris Muhammad,
Matthew Halsall,
Zapp,
Gong,
Basic Channel,
Surgeon,
10cc,
Amazonics,
Tim Buckley,
Ultravox,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dave Gahan,
The Music Machine,
Mo-Dettes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tomorrow,
Schoolly D,
Neu!,
Faraquet,
Eric Dolphy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
H. Thieme,
Gerry Rafferty,
Magazine,
Buzzcocks,
Lightning Bolt,
Morten Harket,
Livin' Joy,
Wasted Youth,
Technova,
Jesper Dahlback,
Drexciya,
Franke,
Henry Cow,
The Offenders,
The Smoke,
Jandek,
Little Man,
Ronnie Foster,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Grass Roots,
K-Klass,
Anakelly,
Sight & Sound,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Albert Ayler,
Joe Smooth,
Byron Stingily,
Jeru the Damaja,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Moby Grape,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ten City,
The Raincoats,
Kool Moe Dee,
Barbara Tucker,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.