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 El Salvador and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 synthesizer 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 Liliput to the crunk 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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Roy Ayers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lalo Schifrin,
Robert Hood,
Lou Reed,
The Invisible,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Scratch Acid,
Bob Dylan,
Dual Sessions,
Japan,
Man Parrish,
Eric B and Rakim,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cecil Taylor,
Los Fastidios,
Bill Wells,
Sex Pistols,
Zero Boys,
Heaven 17,
Junior Murvin,
Accadde A,
The Detroit Cobras,
Niagra,
Average White Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Moby Grape,
Roger Hodgson,
Freddie Wadling,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Make Up,
Gastr Del Sol,
New Age Steppers,
Bobby Sherman,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Charles Mingus,
Angry Samoans,
Swans,
Amon Düül II,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Motions,
Rekid,
Sam Rivers,
Qualms,
Trumans Water,
Black Sheep,
Warsaw,
Moss Icon,
The Gap Band,
Sun Ra,
The American Breed,
Ossler,
Vainqueur,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Shoche,
The Names,
Gang Starr,
The Cure,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.