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 Haiti and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 oboe 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 Minny Pops to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gories. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
The Toasters,
the Human League,
CMW,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bizarre Inc.,
Audionom,
Saccharine Trust,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Divine Comedy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Evens,
cv313,
Von Mondo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Absolute Body Control,
Guru Guru,
Black Moon,
Wings,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lightning Bolt,
Symarip,
Cybotron,
X-102,
Newcleus,
Robert Hood,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ituana,
Sandy B,
Trumans Water,
Hot Snakes,
Maleditus Sound,
The Gladiators,
The Pretty Things,
Crooked Eye,
Animal Collective,
The Dead C,
Nick Fraelich,
Blancmange,
Sun Ra,
Iggy Pop,
The Beau Brummels,
8 Eyed Spy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Swell Maps,
Amon Düül,
Circle Jerks,
The Velvet Underground,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pole,
Letta Mbulu,
Danielle Patucci,
The Wake,
John Cale,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Knickerbockers,
Zero Boys,
The Vogues,
OOIOO,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.