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 Iraq and from Cairo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Holger Czukay 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Minnie Riperton,
The Stooges,
Vainqueur,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Andrew Hill,
The Vogues,
Pet Shop Boys,
Groovy Waters,
Intrusion,
Skriet,
The Index,
Agent Orange,
Unwound,
Pulsallama,
Royal Trux,
Wally Richardson,
Graham Central Station,
Dennis Brown,
Alphaville,
Eurythmics,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Adolescents,
the Soft Cell,
Brick,
The Mummies,
The Mojo Men,
Ten City,
Kerri Chandler,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Brass Construction,
cv313,
China Crisis,
Jawbox,
The Dirtbombs,
Rod Modell,
Tears for Fears,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Tommy Roe,
Silicon Teens,
Johnny Clarke,
Angry Samoans,
Section 25,
The Black Dice,
Sight & Sound,
Barry Ungar,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Infiniti,
The Smoke,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Count Five,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Soul II Soul,
Model 500,
UT,
Barrington Levy,
Charles Mingus,
AZ,
The Toasters,
Alison Limerick,
Sun Ra,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.