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 Nigeria and from Toronto.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Mummies to the grime 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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Girls At Our Best!,
Danielle Patucci,
The Alarm Clocks,
Essential Logic,
Marvin Gaye,
Crash Course in Science,
Sixth Finger,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gichy Dan,
Cluster,
Wire,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Motorama,
Silicon Teens,
Ice-T,
Liliput,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Electric Prunes,
the Human League,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
John Cale,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Hasil Adkins,
The Black Dice,
Goldenarms,
Pylon,
The Misunderstood,
Dual Sessions,
Pulsallama,
Popol Vuh,
Minnie Riperton,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Trojans,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Fall,
Wasted Youth,
Tom Boy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Sonics,
This Heat,
the Normal,
The Angels of Light,
the Germs,
Henry Cow,
Black Sheep,
Mary Jane Girls,
Icehouse,
One Last Wish,
Q65,
Yaz,
Index,
Blossom Toes,
Lucky Dragons,
Unrelated Segments,
John Foxx,
Japan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.