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 Haiti and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the theremin 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 Andrew Hill to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
The Count Five,
Jerry's Kids,
Aural Exciters,
La Düsseldorf,
Mars,
Kayak,
T.S.O.L.,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mission of Burma,
Rites of Spring,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
This Heat,
Stereo Dub,
Throbbing Gristle,
Hot Snakes,
Maleditus Sound,
Eve St. Jones,
Jacob Miller,
The Smoke,
Ultravox,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sugar Minott,
Magma,
Spandau Ballet,
Pierre Henry,
Soulsonic Force,
Deakin,
The J.B.'s,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pylon,
Bronski Beat,
Lower 48,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Los Fastidios,
Technova,
48th St. Collective,
Sarah Menescal,
Intrusion,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Shuggie Otis,
The Dirtbombs,
Skaos,
The Misunderstood,
Slick Rick,
Minny Pops,
Severed Heads,
Steve Hackett,
New York Dolls,
The Vogues,
Agent Orange,
Qualms,
Yusef Lateef,
The Velvet Underground,
The Wake,
Joe Smooth,
DJ Sneak,
Bauhaus,
The Pretty Things,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.