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 Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Marc Almond to the grunge 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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bill Near,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Skarface,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Byron Stingily,
Crispy Ambulance,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Clear Light,
Ituana,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bobby Byrd,
Rakim,
John Holt,
Icehouse,
The Seeds,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eric Dolphy,
The Misunderstood,
Agitation Free,
Terrestrial Tones,
Scion,
Lyres,
Pantaleimon,
the Bar-Kays,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Iggy Pop,
New Order,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Blossom Toes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Slick Rick,
Pagans,
Todd Terry,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Zapp,
The Tremeloes,
Country Teasers,
Black Flag,
Eric B and Rakim,
Interpol,
Joensuu 1685,
Minor Threat,
Spoonie Gee,
The Raincoats,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Real Kids,
Reagan Youth,
Alton Ellis,
The Associates,
Scan 7,
The Fortunes,
The Red Krayola,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tom Boy,
OOIOO,
Hashim,
Make Up,
One Last Wish,
Piero Umiliani,
The Stooges,
The Doors,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.