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 Czech Republic and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Music Machine to the jazz 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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
The Last Poets,
John Foxx,
Ossler,
Heaven 17,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pylon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tubeway Army,
Albert Ayler,
Pet Shop Boys,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Victims,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The United States of America,
OOIOO,
Mission of Burma,
Livin' Joy,
The Fugs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Misunderstood,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Parry Music,
Boz Scaggs,
Moss Icon,
Lakeside,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mars,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gong,
Sun City Girls,
Glenn Branca,
Skaos,
Hot Snakes,
Matthew Halsall,
Donny Hathaway,
Eurythmics,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fugazi,
Tom Boy,
David McCallum,
Neil Young,
Liliput,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Slits,
Niagra,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Marcia Griffiths,
UT,
The Techniques,
Sixth Finger,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Zeros,
Funkadelic,
a-ha,
Japan,
These Immortal Souls,
Swans,
Technova,
Robert Hood,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.