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 Lesotho and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the rap 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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
The Wake,
The Saints,
Davy DMX,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Soft Cell,
Kas Product,
a-ha,
Skriet,
DJ Sneak,
Wire,
The Dead C,
Gregory Isaacs,
Porter Ricks,
LL Cool J,
Severed Heads,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Tres Demented,
Avey Tare,
The Cowsills,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jimmy McGriff,
Audionom,
Con Funk Shun,
The Grass Roots,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Average White Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
10cc,
Eric Copeland,
Boredoms,
Maleditus Sound,
The Skatalites,
Monolake,
Das Ding,
Popol Vuh,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Techniques,
Jacob Miller,
Delta 5,
Sun City Girls,
The Modern Lovers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Fania All-Stars,
Livin' Joy,
The Last Poets,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Blossom Toes,
Absolute Body Control,
T.S.O.L.,
Peter and Kerry,
Khruangbin,
K-Klass,
Bobby Sherman,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Zero Boys,
New Age Steppers,
the Germs,
Sight & Sound,
Pet Shop Boys,
48th St. Collective,
Sarah Menescal,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.