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 Bangladesh and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Frankie Knuckles to the rock 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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lebanon Hanover,
Althea and Donna,
Lightning Bolt,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Smoke,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gregory Isaacs,
John Coltrane,
Crispy Ambulance,
Oneida,
New Age Steppers,
The Real Kids,
The Victims,
Prince Buster,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Harmonia,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Depeche Mode,
The Invisible,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sixth Finger,
Accadde A,
Isaac Hayes,
Public Enemy,
Television,
L. Decosne,
Animal Collective,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gang Green,
Rosa Yemen,
Nick Fraelich,
Funkadelic,
Rapeman,
Aural Exciters,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bootsy Collins,
Jimmy McGriff,
Theoretical Girls,
Intrusion,
Scan 7,
The Leaves,
Kayak,
Joensuu 1685,
Cluster,
The Young Rascals,
The Martian,
Negative Approach,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nas,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
In Retrospect,
Bobby Womack,
One Last Wish,
Lee Hazlewood,
ABC,
Adolescents,
The Velvet Underground,
Minnie Riperton,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.