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 Croatia and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 chamberlin 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 Slick Rick to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Buzzcocks,
Darondo,
Public Enemy,
The Gun Club,
Black Flag,
Gang Gang Dance,
Trumans Water,
Inner City,
Matthew Bourne,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tim Buckley,
the Germs,
Pierre Henry,
Magma,
Bob Dylan,
Bad Manners,
Kevin Saunderson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Cure,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Urselle,
The Star Department,
Ornette Coleman,
Desert Stars,
The Blues Magoos,
Joensuu 1685,
The Associates,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Sisters of Mercy,
David Axelrod,
Rakim,
Hot Snakes,
Babytalk,
Outsiders,
The Dirtbombs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
FM Einheit,
The Residents,
The Vogues,
Ken Boothe,
Janne Schatter,
Fluxion,
Blancmange,
Circle Jerks,
Boredoms,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
New York Dolls,
Pulsallama,
Chris Corsano,
Adolescents,
Rhythm & Sound,
Newcleus,
Freddie Wadling,
Sexual Harrassment,
Archie Shepp,
Skriet,
Angry Samoans,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Music Machine,
Sandy B,
Rosa Yemen,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.