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 Germany and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lungfish to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Moby Grape,
The Gun Club,
Pet Shop Boys,
Saccharine Trust,
A Certain Ratio,
Duran Duran,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Slave,
Marshall Jefferson,
Reuben Wilson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Peter and Kerry,
Audionom,
Harmonia,
Steve Hackett,
a-ha,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Nick Fraelich,
Shoche,
Hot Snakes,
Angry Samoans,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lungfish,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jimmy McGriff,
Yellowson,
The New Christs,
Symarip,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Junior Murvin,
Pere Ubu,
Jandek,
Derrick Morgan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Trojans,
Massinfluence,
Brass Construction,
Darondo,
Half Japanese,
the Fania All-Stars,
Siglo XX,
Shuggie Otis,
The Monochrome Set,
Con Funk Shun,
Robert Hood,
Das Ding,
June Days,
Newcleus,
Frankie Knuckles,
PIL,
Fluxion,
E-Dancer,
Kenny Larkin,
The Monks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gabor Szabo,
Rufus Thomas,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Smoke,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.