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 Brunei and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 theremin 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 Dennis Brown to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Ice-T,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pussy Galore,
Spandau Ballet,
Scratch Acid,
Monks,
Alice Coltrane,
Interpol,
Kurtis Blow,
The Mojo Men,
Organ,
Electric Light Orchestra,
F. McDonald,
Minny Pops,
Sonny Sharrock,
Shuggie Otis,
Ken Boothe,
ABBA,
Cymande,
The Happenings,
Depeche Mode,
World's Most,
Max Romeo,
Scan 7,
The Last Poets,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Neil Young,
The Trojans,
The Blackbyrds,
Eddi Front,
Eve St. Jones,
Pet Shop Boys,
Malaria!,
Tears for Fears,
Big Daddy Kane,
Thee Headcoats,
The Real Kids,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Index,
T.S.O.L.,
Maurizio,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Derrick Morgan,
The Fire Engines,
Archie Shepp,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Agitation Free,
Liliput,
Aswad,
Juan Atkins,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Human League,
the Germs,
June of 44,
Sonic Youth,
The Wake,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Hasil Adkins,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.