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 Turkey and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 E-Dancer to the dance 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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Ohio Players,
Thee Headcoats,
The Move,
Easy Going,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Vogues,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
KRS-One,
the Fania All-Stars,
David Bowie,
Gregory Isaacs,
Toni Rubio,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Make Up,
Jacques Brel,
FM Einheit,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Buckinghams,
The Doors,
Kerrie Biddell,
Marc Almond,
Ultra Naté,
Main Source,
Eli Mardock,
Wings,
The Monks,
Suburban Knight,
Black Flag,
Moss Icon,
Minutemen,
Procol Harum,
Letta Mbulu,
Talk Talk,
Q65,
The Fuzztones,
The Smiths,
The Skatalites,
Deepchord,
Derrick May,
ABC,
Harpers Bizarre,
Metal Thangz,
Freddie Wadling,
Peter and Kerry,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ultravox,
The Evens,
The Motions,
Josef K,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Black Pus,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bizarre Inc.,
Agent Orange,
Darondo,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Gap Band,
Dead Boys,
Glambeats Corp.,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.