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 Turkey and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Arab on Radar to the grunge 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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Metal Thangz,
Dead Boys,
Agitation Free,
Vainqueur,
Gastr Del Sol,
Brass Construction,
In Retrospect,
Camouflage,
Thee Headcoats,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ossler,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Dead C,
The New Christs,
Crime,
The Misunderstood,
Flash Fearless,
Dave Gahan,
The Barracudas,
Tubeway Army,
Dark Day,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Echospace,
Rhythm & Sound,
Q and Not U,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lee Hazlewood,
Patti Smith,
Electric Prunes,
Andrew Hill,
Girls At Our Best!,
Reagan Youth,
John Cale,
The Sonics,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nico,
The Doors,
Carl Craig,
Technova,
Das Ding,
Sam Rivers,
These Immortal Souls,
B.T. Express,
Joy Division,
Newcleus,
Donald Byrd,
Pagans,
Barbara Tucker,
The Residents,
Man Parrish,
R.M.O.,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Mojo Men,
Gang Gang Dance,
Al Stewart,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jacob Miller,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rufus Thomas,
New Order,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.