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 Kazakhstan and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Dark Day to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Warsaw,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Motorama,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Sound,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Glenn Branca,
The New Christs,
Fatback Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Alphaville,
The Buckinghams,
Von Mondo,
Urselle,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cybotron,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Niagra,
E-Dancer,
48th St. Collective,
Faraquet,
PIL,
Tres Demented,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eve St. Jones,
Severed Heads,
Morten Harket,
the Germs,
Rufus Thomas,
Kerri Chandler,
Pussy Galore,
Camberwell Now,
Janne Schatter,
Prince Buster,
Lightning Bolt,
Suicide,
Basic Channel,
Wolf Eyes,
Shuggie Otis,
Junior Murvin,
Ken Boothe,
Unwound,
The Fugs,
Jandek,
Fluxion,
Essential Logic,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Delta 5,
Cameo,
8 Eyed Spy,
Excepter,
Joyce Sims,
Curtis Mayfield,
Circle Jerks,
June of 44,
Massinfluence,
Parry Music,
Theoretical Girls,
Main Source,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap 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.