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 Bhutan and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 guitar 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 Cluster to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Jeru the Damaja,
Todd Terry,
Charles Mingus,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Skriet,
Chris Corsano,
Severed Heads,
The Sound,
Can,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fluxion,
The Slits,
Jandek,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gong,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nico,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Harpers Bizarre,
Robert Görl,
Little Man,
Eddi Front,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Golliwogs,
Goldenarms,
Excepter,
The Monochrome Set,
Eli Mardock,
Amazonics,
Magma,
The Velvet Underground,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fugazi,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pussy Galore,
The Raincoats,
Bill Wells,
The Associates,
Deakin,
Colin Newman,
Los Fastidios,
Parry Music,
Supertramp,
Alison Limerick,
Pet Shop Boys,
Minny Pops,
Lalo Schifrin,
Grauzone,
Blancmange,
The Walker Brothers,
Porter Ricks,
The Music Machine,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Chris & Cosey,
Ten City,
Gregory Isaacs,
Leonard Cohen,
Faraquet,
Lebanon Hanover,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.