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 Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 organ 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the electroclash 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 The Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Ice-T,
Masters at Work,
Zapp,
Bush Tetras,
Von Mondo,
Guru Guru,
Soul Sonic Force,
John Lydon,
Panda Bear,
Smog,
Organ,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Newcleus,
Donny Hathaway,
Neil Young,
Spandau Ballet,
Vainqueur,
The Sound,
Dead Boys,
Absolute Body Control,
The Pretty Things,
Fad Gadget,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Negative Approach,
Harmonia,
Bobby Sherman,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cymande,
Basic Channel,
Moss Icon,
Pantaleimon,
Aswad,
June Days,
The Smiths,
Wally Richardson,
Soft Cell,
Marmalade,
June of 44,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sun City Girls,
Silicon Teens,
Royal Trux,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lou Christie,
Terry Callier,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Carl Craig,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Vogues,
Kenny Larkin,
Niagra,
Babytalk,
The Beau Brummels,
Yazoo,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.