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 Macedonia and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Amon Düül II to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly 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 chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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 Happenings,
ABC,
Pierre Henry,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Red Krayola,
Brass Construction,
The Litter,
The Human League,
Prince Buster,
Harry Pussy,
Rotary Connection,
Maleditus Sound,
Arthur Verocai,
The Cowsills,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Underground Resistance,
The Shadows of Knight,
Buzzcocks,
The Pretty Things,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Hashim,
Dark Day,
Pantytec,
Nation of Ulysses,
Althea and Donna,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Q and Not U,
Oblivians,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
B.T. Express,
Joensuu 1685,
Ludus,
Archie Shepp,
Rosa Yemen,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Radio Birdman,
Chris & Cosey,
Public Enemy,
Royal Trux,
The Sonics,
Al Stewart,
Warren Ellis,
Minny Pops,
Moebius,
the Germs,
Andrew Hill,
Girls At Our Best!,
Marvin Gaye,
John Coltrane,
Derrick Morgan,
Yazoo,
John Foxx,
Bang On A Can,
Malaria!,
Quando Quango,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Cramps,
Model 500,
Radiohead,
Intrusion,
Nik Kershaw,
Television Personalities,
Davy DMX,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.