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 Italy and from Sao Paulo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Pantytec to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Busters. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Freddie Wadling,
the Soft Cell,
Qualms,
Main Source,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kerri Chandler,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Quadrant,
Patti Smith,
Buzzcocks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cluster,
The Evens,
Whodini,
Soul II Soul,
Ronnie Foster,
Rapeman,
Junior Murvin,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Marc Almond,
Alison Limerick,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Grey Daturas,
Thompson Twins,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eden Ahbez,
MDC,
Roger Hodgson,
The Electric Prunes,
The American Breed,
Jawbox,
Tres Demented,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bill Wells,
Grandmaster Flash,
Johnny Clarke,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Wire,
Dual Sessions,
The Fuzztones,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Maleditus Sound,
the Association,
Intrusion,
Thee Headcoats,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Stereo Dub,
T. Rex,
The Walker Brothers,
OOIOO,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Skriet,
Joe Smooth,
New Age Steppers,
Sonic Youth,
Barry Ungar,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Guru Guru,
Nas,
Gang Starr,
Infiniti,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.