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 Israel and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 synthesizer 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 Ice-T to the jazz 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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Eden Ahbez,
Bronski Beat,
Rufus Thomas,
Rod Modell,
Pylon,
DNA,
Bauhaus,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Sound,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
X-Ray Spex,
Bobby Byrd,
Joy Division,
Anakelly,
The Fire Engines,
B.T. Express,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Leaves,
Dennis Brown,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gang Starr,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Vogues,
Colin Newman,
The Moleskins,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Remains,
Negative Approach,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rosa Yemen,
KRS-One,
Peter & Gordon,
Von Mondo,
Charles Mingus,
Circle Jerks,
Section 25,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Grauzone,
Cameo,
Radiopuhelimet,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Public Enemy,
Camberwell Now,
The United States of America,
Kas Product,
Nick Fraelich,
Cybotron,
Todd Rundgren,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Tres Demented,
Ludus,
Can,
Flash Fearless,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Blancmange,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Slits,
Half Japanese,
Icehouse,
Ice-T,
Soul Sonic Force,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.