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 Namibia and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Janne Schatter,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Slave,
Second Layer,
In Retrospect,
The Index,
Soft Machine,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Vainqueur,
Loose Ends,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Deepchord,
Funkadelic,
The Detroit Cobras,
Anakelly,
Thee Headcoats,
Ludus,
Sex Pistols,
The Sonics,
Cheater Slicks,
OOIOO,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ornette Coleman,
Fear,
Man Eating Sloth,
Reuben Wilson,
The Dead C,
Flipper,
Sun City Girls,
Tears for Fears,
Sparks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pulsallama,
Soul Sonic Force,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Skriet,
Jeru the Damaja,
Essential Logic,
The Remains,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
B.T. Express,
Guru Guru,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Swans,
The Star Department,
Sound Behaviour,
the Fania All-Stars,
Audionom,
Subhumans,
The Beau Brummels,
Q and Not U,
Interpol,
Nils Olav,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
David Bowie,
Stetsasonic,
Drexciya,
Monolake,
The Blues Magoos,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.