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 Brunei and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 David Bowie 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 Ice-T to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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 Martian,
The Techniques,
Silicon Teens,
Jacob Miller,
Derrick Morgan,
Eli Mardock,
the Normal,
L. Decosne,
The Sonics,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Tremeloes,
Prince Buster,
Erasure,
Schoolly D,
Buzzcocks,
Goldenarms,
Juan Atkins,
Hoover,
The Doors,
Little Man,
Index,
Isaac Hayes,
Nation of Ulysses,
Cheater Slicks,
Lou Reed,
Steve Hackett,
Nirvana,
X-102,
Ralphi Rosario,
Accadde A,
Liliput,
F. McDonald,
The Residents,
EPMD,
The Cramps,
Circle Jerks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Adolescents,
The Golliwogs,
Radiohead,
The Saints,
David Axelrod,
Spoonie Gee,
Unrelated Segments,
The Smiths,
48th St. Collective,
Idris Muhammad,
Animal Collective,
Fatback Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jacques Brel,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eric Copeland,
Average White Band,
Japan,
Howard Jones,
Lou Christie,
Moby Grape,
Kayak,
Bobby Sherman,
Joey Negro,
Ponytail,
Terry Callier,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.