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 Estonia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Alphaville to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Carl Craig,
Skaos,
Fad Gadget,
The Smiths,
B.T. Express,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bronski Beat,
Symarip,
The Black Dice,
Can,
June of 44,
Adolescents,
Panda Bear,
Sonic Youth,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kurtis Blow,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Blackbyrds,
Leonard Cohen,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
New Order,
Alison Limerick,
Eric Dolphy,
Lou Reed,
DNA,
Scrapy,
Pussy Galore,
Nirvana,
Althea and Donna,
Hoover,
Mad Mike,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kenny Larkin,
KRS-One,
The Gun Club,
Lindisfarne,
Robert Hood,
Spoonie Gee,
Hardrive,
Dennis Brown,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gang of Four,
Archie Shepp,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Niagra,
Henry Cow,
Josef K,
Pere Ubu,
Rotary Connection,
The Modern Lovers,
The Invisible,
Marc Almond,
Wolf Eyes,
X-101,
the Slits,
Outsiders,
Donald Byrd,
Tubeway Army,
Bush Tetras,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.