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 Botswana and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Warren Ellis to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 the Association. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
The Skatalites,
Gang Starr,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pere Ubu,
Little Man,
The Durutti Column,
Maleditus Sound,
Pet Shop Boys,
Leonard Cohen,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Grauzone,
Black Moon,
Chris Corsano,
Janne Schatter,
The Music Machine,
Theoretical Girls,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bad Manners,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Supertramp,
Big Daddy Kane,
Saccharine Trust,
Fear,
Iggy Pop,
Joyce Sims,
Nick Fraelich,
John Holt,
New Order,
Index,
Bizarre Inc.,
Symarip,
Albert Ayler,
The Pop Group,
The Busters,
Visage,
Basic Channel,
Duran Duran,
Bootsy Collins,
T. Rex,
Mission of Burma,
The Techniques,
Yaz,
Arcadia,
the Normal,
Rhythm & Sound,
Japan,
Oblivians,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Icehouse,
The Move,
Gichy Dan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
DNA,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pole,
Chris & Cosey,
Half Japanese,
New Age Steppers,
Davy DMX,
Todd Rundgren,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.