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 Hungary and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 sitar 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 The New Christs to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Roxette,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Technova,
Al Stewart,
Wally Richardson,
The Divine Comedy,
Crime,
Roxy Music,
ABC,
Subhumans,
The New Christs,
The Young Rascals,
Funky Four + One,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Quantec,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Busters,
Outsiders,
Robert Hood,
Albert Ayler,
Patti Smith,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sight & Sound,
Bootsy Collins,
Warren Ellis,
Kayak,
Jacques Brel,
Kas Product,
Junior Murvin,
The Alarm Clocks,
Josef K,
Buzzcocks,
Cheater Slicks,
Iggy Pop,
Mantronix,
The Evens,
Los Fastidios,
Camouflage,
Johnny Osbourne,
Essential Logic,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Minor Threat,
Crooked Eye,
Excepter,
Blancmange,
The Mojo Men,
Scan 7,
Spandau Ballet,
Laurel Aitken,
These Immortal Souls,
Tres Demented,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Interpol,
Nirvana,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
World's Most,
Graham Central Station,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
8 Eyed Spy,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.