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 Colombia and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Derrick May to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Lindisfarne,
Groovy Waters,
Lou Christie,
The Fire Engines,
The Angels of Light,
Radiopuhelimet,
DJ Sneak,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Black Sheep,
Camberwell Now,
Hardrive,
Wasted Youth,
The United States of America,
The Dead C,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jacob Miller,
Eddi Front,
The Five Americans,
Bluetip,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Silicon Teens,
Josef K,
Nas,
AZ,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Goldenarms,
Magma,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
F. McDonald,
Tubeway Army,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sun City Girls,
H. Thieme,
Surgeon,
Easy Going,
Average White Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Arcadia,
The Index,
New York Dolls,
E-Dancer,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Intrusion,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Human League,
Lower 48,
Maurizio,
K-Klass,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kaleidoscope,
Soft Machine,
Eve St. Jones,
L. Decosne,
The Velvet Underground,
The Selecter,
Newcleus,
The Toasters,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.