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 Japan 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 Calgary and Mexico City.
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 arpeggiator 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 John Cale to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Lucky Dragons,
New York Dolls,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Slick Rick,
Monks,
The Electric Prunes,
Smog,
Amazonics,
Scientists,
Zapp,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Connie Case,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Clear Light,
Japan,
the Sonics,
Lakeside,
Marvin Gaye,
Gang Green,
K-Klass,
Half Japanese,
Grey Daturas,
Gabor Szabo,
Black Moon,
The Star Department,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eric Dolphy,
Eurythmics,
Archie Shepp,
Roger Hodgson,
Susan Cadogan,
Nas,
Black Bananas,
Joy Division,
Buzzcocks,
Heaven 17,
Cheater Slicks,
Circle Jerks,
Maleditus Sound,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Monks,
Ituana,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Move,
Adolescents,
Aural Exciters,
Urselle,
Marine Girls,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Marshall Jefferson,
Blake Baxter,
Flipper,
The Grass Roots,
Cal Tjader,
Rapeman,
Judy Mowatt,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.