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 Syria and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 arpeggiator 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 Unrelated Segments to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Scratch Acid,
Public Image Ltd.,
Angry Samoans,
This Heat,
Eric B and Rakim,
kango's stein massive,
the Swans,
Sex Pistols,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lightning Bolt,
Circle Jerks,
Byron Stingily,
Franke,
Avey Tare,
Iggy Pop,
Eric Copeland,
the Bar-Kays,
Faraquet,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Easy Going,
Alton Ellis,
Moebius,
Brothers Johnson,
Agitation Free,
Average White Band,
Masters at Work,
Joey Negro,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Skatalites,
Kurtis Blow,
F. McDonald,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ronnie Foster,
Eurythmics,
Cheater Slicks,
Dave Gahan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
New Order,
The Dave Clark Five,
cv313,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Anakelly,
Tres Demented,
Gang Starr,
OOIOO,
Pere Ubu,
Chrome,
Bob Dylan,
Todd Rundgren,
Skriet,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rekid,
Scan 7,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eddi Front,
The Dirtbombs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Interpol,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Andrew Hill,
The Slackers,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.