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 Kazakhstan and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Black Sheep to the electroclash 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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
the Normal,
Brothers Johnson,
Dual Sessions,
The Moody Blues,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Skarface,
Basic Channel,
Groovy Waters,
Grey Daturas,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Blues Magoos,
Bill Wells,
The Count Five,
Gang Green,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Grandmaster Flash,
Patti Smith,
The Wake,
Charles Mingus,
Silicon Teens,
Gang Starr,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Gories,
Crooked Eye,
Joe Smooth,
Bad Manners,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Joe Finger,
Donald Byrd,
Bootsy Collins,
Mission of Burma,
Josef K,
Brick,
Sarah Menescal,
Kenny Larkin,
Suicide,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Swell Maps,
Jeru the Damaja,
New Order,
Echospace,
Chris Corsano,
Barry Ungar,
Pet Shop Boys,
Schoolly D,
Bronski Beat,
Simply Red,
Barclay James Harvest,
June Days,
The Dave Clark Five,
Archie Shepp,
Bluetip,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Beau Brummels,
John Lydon,
The Martian,
Jeff Lynne,
Scientists,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Joey Negro,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.