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 Brazil and from London.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Neil Young to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Godley & Creme,
Eddi Front,
Public Image Ltd.,
Black Flag,
Scratch Acid,
Man Eating Sloth,
Qualms,
The Star Department,
Arthur Verocai,
Iggy Pop,
Cal Tjader,
Moss Icon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Shoche,
Sight & Sound,
Skriet,
Stereo Dub,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Grass Roots,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Charles Mingus,
The Buckinghams,
The Gap Band,
Scott Walker,
Talk Talk,
Camouflage,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lungfish,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Shadows of Knight,
Echospace,
Laurel Aitken,
Ornette Coleman,
The Fuzztones,
Stetsasonic,
The Moody Blues,
Franke,
Can,
Circle Jerks,
Funkadelic,
Kerri Chandler,
cv313,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Quantec,
Erykah Badu,
The Fire Engines,
Jawbox,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bluetip,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Skarface,
Lyres,
Schoolly D,
Howard Jones,
the Swans,
The Pretty Things,
Marmalade,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lou Reed,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.