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 Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ultimate Spinach to the techno 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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Harry Pussy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Grey Daturas,
Barclay James Harvest,
CMW,
Eric Dolphy,
Carl Craig,
Hashim,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tomorrow,
Deadbeat,
Lindisfarne,
Minny Pops,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Fall,
Porter Ricks,
Godley & Creme,
Simply Red,
The Sonics,
Lower 48,
Swans,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Stiv Bators,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Blues Magoos,
The Red Krayola,
Groovy Waters,
Tres Demented,
Lalann,
T.S.O.L.,
Bauhaus,
Ken Boothe,
Hot Snakes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Intrusion,
Faraquet,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bronski Beat,
Amon Düül,
Lightning Bolt,
Barbara Tucker,
Lucky Dragons,
Gang Starr,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Roger Hodgson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pantaleimon,
Neil Young,
Jandek,
Duran Duran,
Urselle,
Donald Byrd,
Kool Moe Dee,
Quadrant,
Silicon Teens,
Kayak,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Von Mondo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.