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 Cuba and from Johannesburg.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 OOIOO to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Yellowson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Los Fastidios,
The Names,
China Crisis,
Mission of Burma,
Livin' Joy,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Human League,
Man Eating Sloth,
Black Pus,
Rotary Connection,
Michelle Simonal,
Soft Cell,
Pet Shop Boys,
Big Daddy Kane,
Crash Course in Science,
Mark Hollis,
The Smiths,
The Happenings,
Underground Resistance,
Mary Jane Girls,
Idris Muhammad,
Massinfluence,
Silicon Teens,
Royal Trux,
Drive Like Jehu,
John Holt,
John Coltrane,
Dawn Penn,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ossler,
X-102,
Bill Wells,
Skarface,
Duran Duran,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Vladislav Delay,
Gong,
Index,
Sonic Youth,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Doors,
Boz Scaggs,
The Vogues,
Glambeats Corp.,
Neu!,
Chris Corsano,
Bush Tetras,
a-ha,
Aaron Thompson,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lakeside,
Eden Ahbez,
Franke,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.