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 Sri Lanka and from London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Delhi.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 The Human League to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Joe Finger,
Aural Exciters,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Public Image Ltd.,
Marvin Gaye,
Ice-T,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Wake,
Boredoms,
The Last Poets,
The Mummies,
Blake Baxter,
Procol Harum,
Byron Stingily,
The Doors,
The Cure,
The Grass Roots,
The Beau Brummels,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Howard Jones,
The Electric Prunes,
Sound Behaviour,
Cheater Slicks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Banda Bassotti,
Donald Byrd,
Pagans,
Eli Mardock,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Skaos,
Grandmaster Flash,
Nick Fraelich,
Dark Day,
Jeff Mills,
Wasted Youth,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The United States of America,
cv313,
The Gladiators,
Parry Music,
Soul Sonic Force,
Chris Corsano,
Rites of Spring,
The Velvet Underground,
Stereo Dub,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gerry Rafferty,
Alison Limerick,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Black Sheep,
June of 44,
Donny Hathaway,
Sixth Finger,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
DJ Sneak,
Eric Copeland,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.