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 Togo and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 mellotron 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 Monks to the grime 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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Kenny Larkin,
ABBA,
Das Ding,
Wings,
The Smiths,
Cybotron,
Matthew Bourne,
Urselle,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Amon Düül,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Roxy Music,
The Misunderstood,
Electric Prunes,
The Grass Roots,
Grauzone,
Todd Rundgren,
Jeff Mills,
Fatback Band,
Laurel Aitken,
Mars,
Ultra Naté,
Robert Wyatt,
Mo-Dettes,
Adolescents,
China Crisis,
Sandy B,
Minor Threat,
Minnie Riperton,
Warsaw,
The Happenings,
Goldenarms,
The Gladiators,
John Coltrane,
Throbbing Gristle,
Easy Going,
Franke,
Graham Central Station,
Section 25,
Pierre Henry,
The Cramps,
Ronnie Foster,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Velvet Underground,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mission of Burma,
Main Source,
Marshall Jefferson,
Marcia Griffiths,
Minny Pops,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Unwound,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Tremeloes,
Ten City,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Human League,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gong,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.