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 Panama 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tokyo.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Reagan Youth to the grunge 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 The Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Make Up,
LL Cool J,
Tears for Fears,
The Index,
The Count Five,
Josef K,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Matthew Bourne,
the Human League,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Skriet,
Joe Smooth,
Scan 7,
Soul Sonic Force,
Roy Ayers,
The Knickerbockers,
Funkadelic,
The Standells,
KRS-One,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Parry Music,
The Happenings,
Delon & Dalcan,
Schoolly D,
Sly & The Family Stone,
X-101,
This Heat,
Eric Dolphy,
Fluxion,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Nick Fraelich,
Todd Terry,
The Litter,
Negative Approach,
Mantronix,
Ice-T,
Brass Construction,
The Pretty Things,
Visage,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cluster,
Public Image Ltd.,
Brick,
Flamin' Groovies,
Faraquet,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Moleskins,
Bronski Beat,
Rakim,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mr. Review,
Fear,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bobby Sherman,
Soft Cell,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.