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 Chad and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Stiv Bators to the techno 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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Procol Harum,
Man Eating Sloth,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Public Image Ltd.,
Von Mondo,
Yazoo,
Rod Modell,
Kurtis Blow,
Wire,
The Trojans,
Sister Nancy,
Pylon,
Dual Sessions,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rufus Thomas,
Dorothy Ashby,
Audionom,
Grandmaster Flash,
These Immortal Souls,
Joe Finger,
Motorama,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nils Olav,
Barry Ungar,
Todd Terry,
The Real Kids,
Thee Headcoats,
The Human League,
Connie Case,
Sugar Minott,
Fear,
The Index,
Index,
Angry Samoans,
The United States of America,
Jesper Dahlback,
Wolf Eyes,
Television,
Soft Machine,
Rhythm & Sound,
Anthony Braxton,
The Seeds,
Electric Prunes,
E-Dancer,
Alton Ellis,
Black Pus,
Essential Logic,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Gladiators,
Zapp,
Average White Band,
Groovy Waters,
Boredoms,
Howard Jones,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
John Cale,
Black Flag,
The Vogues,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.