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 Samoa and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Robert Palmer 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 Lou Reed to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Mr. Review,
Moss Icon,
Anakelly,
Swell Maps,
Boz Scaggs,
Tears for Fears,
EPMD,
The Moleskins,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kool Moe Dee,
Radiopuhelimet,
MDC,
Boredoms,
Goldenarms,
Cameo,
The Invisible,
James White and The Blacks,
Agitation Free,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Cymande,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Black Sheep,
the Association,
The Beau Brummels,
Unwound,
Sarah Menescal,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Radio Birdman,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Aswad,
The Buckinghams,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Excepter,
Danielle Patucci,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Negative Approach,
F. McDonald,
Arab on Radar,
Susan Cadogan,
Grey Daturas,
Blake Baxter,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Josef K,
The Litter,
Skriet,
Sällskapet,
Black Flag,
Ronnie Foster,
Pierre Henry,
The Cramps,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bobby Womack,
Smog,
Motorama,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Derrick May,
Lou Christie,
These Immortal Souls,
New Order,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.