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 Swaziland and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Blake Baxter to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Minny Pops,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Fuzztones,
Can,
Black Sheep,
The Mummies,
The Doors,
Lalann,
Ice-T,
Ultra Naté,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Trumans Water,
Reagan Youth,
Dark Day,
Ronnie Foster,
Visage,
Easy Going,
Babytalk,
The Fugs,
Charles Mingus,
Glenn Branca,
B.T. Express,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gichy Dan,
Supertramp,
Monks,
Albert Ayler,
Das Ding,
The Monks,
The American Breed,
The Residents,
Outsiders,
Althea and Donna,
Skriet,
In Retrospect,
Letta Mbulu,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gabor Szabo,
the Sonics,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Marc Almond,
Echospace,
Pet Shop Boys,
Funkadelic,
Boredoms,
Terry Callier,
Index,
T.S.O.L.,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
D'Angelo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nico,
China Crisis,
Lungfish,
Tom Boy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Soul Sonic Force,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.