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 Czech Republic and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Pantytec to the techno 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 Association. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Skarface,
Siglo XX,
Delta 5,
Dark Day,
Bush Tetras,
The Saints,
Groovy Waters,
the Germs,
New Age Steppers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Soulsonic Force,
ABC,
Brothers Johnson,
D'Angelo,
Matthew Halsall,
Big Daddy Kane,
Derrick Morgan,
Rapeman,
Junior Murvin,
The Stooges,
Television Personalities,
Juan Atkins,
Can,
Terrestrial Tones,
Infiniti,
The Gun Club,
The Last Poets,
Pet Shop Boys,
Laurel Aitken,
Schoolly D,
The Misunderstood,
Gang Starr,
Youth Brigade,
Reuben Wilson,
Duran Duran,
U.S. Maple,
Motorama,
Barrington Levy,
Faust,
Albert Ayler,
Banda Bassotti,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Babytalk,
ABBA,
Public Image Ltd.,
Chrome,
Avey Tare,
Mo-Dettes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Todd Rundgren,
Von Mondo,
Visage,
The Birthday Party,
The Mummies,
Joensuu 1685,
Barbara Tucker,
Tom Boy,
Mantronix,
Surgeon,
Minutemen,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.