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 Dominican Republic and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Happenings to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
World's Most,
Sex Pistols,
John Coltrane,
Aswad,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ten City,
Black Sheep,
OOIOO,
Panda Bear,
David Bowie,
The Doobie Brothers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Amon Düül II,
Lucky Dragons,
B.T. Express,
Theoretical Girls,
Loose Ends,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Metal Thangz,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Maurizio,
Crash Course in Science,
Derrick May,
Soft Cell,
Pylon,
Freddie Wadling,
The Smiths,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Arab on Radar,
Model 500,
Brick,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Royal Trux,
Lightning Bolt,
The Victims,
Sandy B,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Kinks,
The Slackers,
Slick Rick,
X-Ray Spex,
The Saints,
Angry Samoans,
Masters at Work,
The Dead C,
the Germs,
Lungfish,
Lalann,
Dave Gahan,
KRS-One,
The Birthday Party,
Q and Not U,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Fall,
Suicide,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
ABBA,
In Retrospect,
Magma,
Gerry Rafferty,
Marshall Jefferson,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.