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 Kosovo and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 theremin 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the rock 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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Eli Mardock,
Visage,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
U.S. Maple,
Pussy Galore,
Electric Light Orchestra,
DJ Style,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Anakelly,
Tom Boy,
Talk Talk,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Circle Jerks,
Bootsy Collins,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sixth Finger,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Brass Construction,
Cameo,
Jawbox,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Terry Callier,
The Pretty Things,
ABC,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bill Near,
Chrome,
the Human League,
Glambeats Corp.,
Funky Four + One,
The Vogues,
Freddie Wadling,
Marcia Griffiths,
Swans,
Unwound,
Essential Logic,
The Trojans,
Laurel Aitken,
Howard Jones,
Aswad,
Mandrill,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Aural Exciters,
D'Angelo,
K-Klass,
Das Ding,
The Mojo Men,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Byron Stingily,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sällskapet,
Kerrie Biddell,
Drexciya,
Letta Mbulu,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Reagan Youth,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Associates,
Qualms,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.