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 El Salvador and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Spokane.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 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 Barbara Tucker to the dance 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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Magma,
The Mojo Men,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kurtis Blow,
Harpers Bizarre,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Stetsasonic,
Zapp,
cv313,
The Invisible,
John Foxx,
Whodini,
The Detroit Cobras,
E-Dancer,
Fat Boys,
The Victims,
The Raincoats,
Nirvana,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Laurel Aitken,
Piero Umiliani,
Intrusion,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Banda Bassotti,
Nas,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Infiniti,
Ultimate Spinach,
Stockholm Monsters,
Unwound,
James White and The Blacks,
Tomorrow,
The Cure,
Guru Guru,
Donald Byrd,
Lower 48,
K-Klass,
Fugazi,
Radiopuhelimet,
DJ Style,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
John Lydon,
Babytalk,
Q and Not U,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
PIL,
T.S.O.L.,
Stereo Dub,
The Doors,
The Angels of Light,
Reuben Wilson,
Stiv Bators,
Barrington Levy,
Jeff Mills,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.