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 Guyana and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Soft Cell 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 The Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Grey Daturas,
Stockholm Monsters,
Youth Brigade,
Johnny Clarke,
Davy DMX,
The Star Department,
The Kinks,
Country Teasers,
Kayak,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Interpol,
The Cramps,
The Durutti Column,
Gregory Isaacs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gil Scott Heron,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jeff Mills,
the Swans,
Funkadelic,
Blossom Toes,
The Selecter,
Chrome,
The Zeros,
David McCallum,
Masters at Work,
Animal Collective,
Brand Nubian,
T.S.O.L.,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bootsy Collins,
Joensuu 1685,
Anakelly,
The Doors,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
New York Dolls,
Q and Not U,
Ossler,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Scratch Acid,
Fatback Band,
Dead Boys,
The Raincoats,
Eric Dolphy,
Talk Talk,
Sister Nancy,
The Dead C,
Accadde A,
Jerry's Kids,
Junior Murvin,
Max Romeo,
K-Klass,
Barclay James Harvest,
Blake Baxter,
A Flock of Seagulls,
A Certain Ratio,
F. McDonald,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.