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 Norway and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Seoul.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Suicide to the rap 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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Brass Construction,
The Birthday Party,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Brothers Johnson,
Urselle,
Rekid,
Amazonics,
The Gladiators,
Rhythm & Sound,
Charles Mingus,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bobby Sherman,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Metal Thangz,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Aural Exciters,
Peter & Gordon,
Barrington Levy,
Harry Pussy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mark Hollis,
This Heat,
The Last Poets,
Althea and Donna,
Tears for Fears,
Main Source,
Quadrant,
Deakin,
Cameo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Black Sheep,
Albert Ayler,
Mary Jane Girls,
Organ,
Eurythmics,
Tim Buckley,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
James White and The Blacks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Blackbyrds,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Visage,
The Misunderstood,
Roxette,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Neu!,
Blancmange,
cv313,
The Blues Magoos,
The Residents,
Dave Gahan,
Intrusion,
Ultravox,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ituana,
Ten City,
Los Fastidios,
Easy Going,
Eric Dolphy,
New Age Steppers,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.