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 Delhi.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 Index to the grunge 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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonic Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Aloha Tigers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Chris Corsano,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Human League,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pantytec,
Avey Tare,
Ornette Coleman,
The Pretty Things,
L. Decosne,
Shoche,
Nils Olav,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Yellowson,
Howard Jones,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Sound,
Sister Nancy,
Dual Sessions,
Spoonie Gee,
Smog,
Marcia Griffiths,
Circle Jerks,
Monolake,
Tropical Tobacco,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Fugs,
Vladislav Delay,
The Fire Engines,
The Misunderstood,
Moby Grape,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rekid,
The Knickerbockers,
The Names,
Warren Ellis,
The Toasters,
Moss Icon,
Public Enemy,
Max Romeo,
Outsiders,
A Certain Ratio,
Harmonia,
Minnie Riperton,
T.S.O.L.,
Khruangbin,
Piero Umiliani,
Graham Central Station,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sex Pistols,
X-102,
Delon & Dalcan,
Unrelated Segments,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mr. Review,
Althea and Donna,
Thompson Twins,
Magma,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.