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 Moldova and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Nico to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Aaron Thompson,
Maleditus Sound,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gong,
Echospace,
Slave,
Gerry Rafferty,
Thee Headcoats,
Altered Images,
The Walker Brothers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Cecil Taylor,
E-Dancer,
Amazonics,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kenny Larkin,
The Cramps,
Don Cherry,
One Last Wish,
Quantec,
Harry Pussy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dennis Brown,
Franke,
Hot Snakes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The United States of America,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Heaven 17,
Roger Hodgson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Danielle Patucci,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Fuzztones,
The Techniques,
Sexual Harrassment,
Judy Mowatt,
Pulsallama,
Skaos,
Brothers Johnson,
Marvin Gaye,
The Martian,
The Monks,
Joe Finger,
Lebanon Hanover,
Grey Daturas,
R.M.O.,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Detroit Cobras,
Brick,
The Trojans,
Tomorrow,
D'Angelo,
New Order,
Little Man,
The Standells,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.