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 Maldives and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 The Moody Blues to the punk 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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Black Sheep,
Siglo XX,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Youth Brigade,
MDC,
Traffic Nightmare,
Marshall Jefferson,
PIL,
The Birthday Party,
Model 500,
Matthew Halsall,
Sun City Girls,
The Red Krayola,
Underground Resistance,
Ituana,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ten City,
The Angels of Light,
The Raincoats,
Rekid,
The Black Dice,
KRS-One,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Aloha Tigers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Skarface,
David Axelrod,
Neil Young,
Con Funk Shun,
Howard Jones,
Dennis Brown,
MC5,
Ossler,
The Moody Blues,
Tom Boy,
The Cure,
Joey Negro,
Dual Sessions,
Agitation Free,
Section 25,
Clear Light,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Fugs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ice-T,
Gregory Isaacs,
Tres Demented,
Zero Boys,
Donny Hathaway,
Todd Rundgren,
Idris Muhammad,
Pet Shop Boys,
Colin Newman,
Lungfish,
Brick,
Electric Prunes,
Ponytail,
Los Fastidios,
New York Dolls,
Depeche Mode,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.