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 Singapore and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Madrid.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Country Teasers to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
ABBA,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Smoke,
Intrusion,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ralphi Rosario,
Peter & Gordon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Slackers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jandek,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Gories,
Harmonia,
The Invisible,
Ludus,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eden Ahbez,
Quantec,
Model 500,
Tres Demented,
Cluster,
Tommy Roe,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lalann,
Howard Jones,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Crooked Eye,
The Walker Brothers,
This Heat,
B.T. Express,
Alice Coltrane,
Ornette Coleman,
Popol Vuh,
Pulsallama,
Stiv Bators,
The Techniques,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marine Girls,
Moss Icon,
Schoolly D,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Names,
Section 25,
A Flock of Seagulls,
A Certain Ratio,
John Lydon,
Joyce Sims,
Colin Newman,
Al Stewart,
In Retrospect,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bob Dylan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Public Enemy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Au Pairs,
Franke,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.