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 Greece and from Tehran.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 David Bowie 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 Lebanon Hanover to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Khruangbin,
Buzzcocks,
Niagra,
Model 500,
The Real Kids,
Parry Music,
Altered Images,
The Martian,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rekid,
The Dirtbombs,
The Moleskins,
the Bar-Kays,
The Busters,
Bluetip,
Gichy Dan,
Donald Byrd,
The Moody Blues,
The United States of America,
Amon Düül,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Siglo XX,
Pierre Henry,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Althea and Donna,
Rosa Yemen,
Throbbing Gristle,
CMW,
MDC,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ice-T,
Nirvana,
The Victims,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Au Pairs,
Vladislav Delay,
Magma,
Basic Channel,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
In Retrospect,
Sandy B,
Barrington Levy,
Qualms,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Black Flag,
Don Cherry,
Godley & Creme,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Human League,
Blancmange,
Erykah Badu,
Moebius,
Japan,
Robert Wyatt,
kango's stein massive,
Desert Stars,
Sex Pistols,
Jerry's Kids,
Tomorrow,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.