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 Dominican Republic and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Sarah Menescal,
Marshall Jefferson,
Siglo XX,
The Cramps,
Ronnie Foster,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Don Cherry,
Ultravox,
Audionom,
Skarface,
Bizarre Inc.,
Newcleus,
Intrusion,
Davy DMX,
Dennis Brown,
ABC,
DJ Sneak,
Nirvana,
Eyeless In Gaza,
ABBA,
The Moody Blues,
Severed Heads,
Eric Copeland,
The Selecter,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Suicide,
X-102,
Sun City Girls,
Little Man,
Sonic Youth,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Modern Lovers,
Faraquet,
The Victims,
Pagans,
T.S.O.L.,
The Gap Band,
Erykah Badu,
Arthur Verocai,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Public Enemy,
the Swans,
Tubeway Army,
Bill Wells,
Flash Fearless,
Mark Hollis,
Fugazi,
The Velvet Underground,
Blossom Toes,
The Black Dice,
Excepter,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ice-T,
Eden Ahbez,
David Bowie,
Arcadia,
The Count Five,
Subhumans,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.