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 Uganda and from Lagos.
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 Manila and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 harpsichord 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 Audionom to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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?
Wire,
Saccharine Trust,
Fat Boys,
Bill Wells,
Neu!,
AZ,
Intrusion,
Half Japanese,
Barry Ungar,
Metal Thangz,
Sight & Sound,
Deadbeat,
Maleditus Sound,
Shuggie Otis,
Gong,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rotary Connection,
The Cramps,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Minny Pops,
Chrome,
Popol Vuh,
Bobby Sherman,
Radiopuhelimet,
Yusef Lateef,
Don Cherry,
Kool Moe Dee,
Freddie Wadling,
Roxette,
Adolescents,
The Five Americans,
Black Bananas,
Warsaw,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Radiohead,
Amazonics,
Nas,
Ronnie Foster,
Marc Almond,
Donny Hathaway,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sixth Finger,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Spandau Ballet,
Brand Nubian,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nils Olav,
Depeche Mode,
Stiv Bators,
Minnie Riperton,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jacques Brel,
Roxy Music,
Urselle,
Buzzcocks,
Bad Manners,
Bizarre Inc.,
Funkadelic,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.