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 Niger and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Anakelly,
the Human League,
Dave Gahan,
Talk Talk,
Suicide,
Crispian St. Peters,
Thee Headcoats,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Fania All-Stars,
a-ha,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Vladislav Delay,
Black Moon,
Terry Callier,
Blancmange,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pantaleimon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Drexciya,
Cluster,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pussy Galore,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Wake,
Jeff Mills,
B.T. Express,
June of 44,
UT,
Amon Düül II,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
48th St. Collective,
Alison Limerick,
The Gories,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Soft Cell,
The Gap Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Los Fastidios,
Visage,
the Association,
Gang Starr,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nils Olav,
Robert Hood,
Mission of Burma,
Scion,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
La Düsseldorf,
Saccharine Trust,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Trojans,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.