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 Nicaragua and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 808 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 American Breed to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
The Dave Clark Five,
Swell Maps,
Half Japanese,
The Wake,
Flash Fearless,
Warren Ellis,
Arab on Radar,
Amon Düül II,
Royal Trux,
James White and The Blacks,
Ornette Coleman,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pharoah Sanders,
Scion,
Soul Sonic Force,
Drexciya,
Mission of Burma,
Sun Ra,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Doobie Brothers,
Robert Görl,
Niagra,
UT,
Kayak,
Fad Gadget,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Janne Schatter,
The Angels of Light,
Albert Ayler,
Lebanon Hanover,
Boogie Down Productions,
Warsaw,
Whodini,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Quantec,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Funkadelic,
Lucky Dragons,
Man Parrish,
Thee Headcoats,
Jawbox,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ten City,
Monolake,
Gil Scott Heron,
Simply Red,
Marcia Griffiths,
Qualms,
The Monks,
Howard Jones,
The United States of America,
The Misunderstood,
John Holt,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
8 Eyed Spy,
Archie Shepp,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Chris Corsano,
The Evens,
Althea and Donna,
Buzzcocks,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.