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 Liberia and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 organ 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 Robert Hood to the disco 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 The Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
EPMD,
Das Ding,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Associates,
The Misunderstood,
Blake Baxter,
Young Marble Giants,
Gang of Four,
Glenn Branca,
Brothers Johnson,
Funky Four + One,
Man Parrish,
Wasted Youth,
Minutemen,
X-101,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rosa Yemen,
Gong,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Slave,
Zapp,
Morten Harket,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Don Cherry,
Jacob Miller,
Au Pairs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Quantec,
Subhumans,
Robert Hood,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
8 Eyed Spy,
Desert Stars,
Leonard Cohen,
Faraquet,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Suburban Knight,
Technova,
Barry Ungar,
The Dead C,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Second Layer,
the Sonics,
Rekid,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Can,
Organ,
Fluxion,
Crime,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mandrill,
The Blues Magoos,
Depeche Mode,
Rapeman,
Wire,
Delta 5,
World's Most,
U.S. Maple,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.