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 Tanzania and from New York.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 harpsichord 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 Eddi Front to the disco 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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
New Age Steppers,
Yusef Lateef,
The Black Dice,
The Victims,
Fad Gadget,
The Sound,
Gichy Dan,
Lou Christie,
Mad Mike,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nick Fraelich,
Lower 48,
Spoonie Gee,
X-101,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Soul Sonic Force,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Aaron Thompson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Wally Richardson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Wasted Youth,
Hardrive,
the Germs,
Sun City Girls,
Arcadia,
Bauhaus,
Echospace,
Dennis Brown,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
Michelle Simonal,
The American Breed,
Lungfish,
JFA,
Tommy Roe,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Barry Ungar,
Black Moon,
Mantronix,
The Motions,
Cecil Taylor,
The Knickerbockers,
The Neon Judgement,
Barclay James Harvest,
Suburban Knight,
The Smiths,
Sandy B,
Derrick May,
John Cale,
Massinfluence,
Ultravox,
Ken Boothe,
Absolute Body Control,
cv313,
Rites of Spring,
Sound Behaviour,
The Zeros,
Sparks,
Juan Atkins,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.