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 Rwanda and from Tokyo.
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 Accra and Lagos.
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 mellotron 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 The Human League to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Black Dice record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
These Immortal Souls,
The Busters,
Bill Near,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Grass Roots,
Marc Almond,
Eli Mardock,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nas,
Howard Jones,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Spoonie Gee,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Chris & Cosey,
The Victims,
Deakin,
The Electric Prunes,
The Red Krayola,
Magma,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Scott Walker,
Avey Tare,
Scion,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Neon Judgement,
Johnny Osbourne,
H. Thieme,
Fad Gadget,
ABC,
Heaven 17,
Mission of Burma,
Dead Boys,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tears for Fears,
Nico,
The Misunderstood,
Magazine,
David McCallum,
Grandmaster Flash,
Shoche,
Dennis Brown,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
John Cale,
Bootsy Collins,
Technova,
F. McDonald,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Second Layer,
The J.B.'s,
The Moleskins,
Althea and Donna,
The Five Americans,
Cymande,
Section 25,
Moss Icon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Minutemen,
Jawbox,
New Order,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.