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 Cameroon and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the theremin 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Second Layer,
Anthony Braxton,
Pylon,
Morten Harket,
Cameo,
The Angels of Light,
Panda Bear,
Scrapy,
Spoonie Gee,
Rosa Yemen,
Underground Resistance,
The Barracudas,
The Birthday Party,
The Golliwogs,
Fugazi,
Marvin Gaye,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Flash Fearless,
Babytalk,
Lindisfarne,
The Shadows of Knight,
Delta 5,
Basic Channel,
Mad Mike,
Television Personalities,
Kenny Larkin,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ten City,
Cheater Slicks,
B.T. Express,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pantaleimon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sandy B,
Stiv Bators,
The Leaves,
Rites of Spring,
Sonic Youth,
Ponytail,
Excepter,
June of 44,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kevin Saunderson,
Black Flag,
The Pop Group,
the Soft Cell,
Funkadelic,
The Slits,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Little Man,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bootsy Collins,
Hasil Adkins,
Accadde A,
Camberwell Now,
The Beau Brummels,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.