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 Zimbabwe 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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 spring reverb 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Black Flag,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Flash Fearless,
Faraquet,
Rod Modell,
Derrick May,
the Human League,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Music Machine,
the Association,
Youth Brigade,
Eddi Front,
Young Marble Giants,
Soulsonic Force,
Aswad,
Joe Finger,
A Certain Ratio,
Average White Band,
Rotary Connection,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Colin Newman,
X-102,
Girls At Our Best!,
Reagan Youth,
The Cowsills,
Eve St. Jones,
The Doobie Brothers,
Popol Vuh,
Fugazi,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eric Dolphy,
Godley & Creme,
Pantytec,
Scrapy,
Subhumans,
Nation of Ulysses,
Moby Grape,
Gichy Dan,
Negative Approach,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ten City,
The Neon Judgement,
Quantec,
Dark Day,
Shoche,
Oblivians,
Nils Olav,
The Moleskins,
The Offenders,
The Invisible,
James White and The Blacks,
The Sound,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Magazine,
Basic Channel,
Drive Like Jehu,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Reuben Wilson,
The Golliwogs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rakim,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.