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 El Salvador and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 808 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 Crispian St. Peters 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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Thompson Twins,
Subhumans,
Susan Cadogan,
Metal Thangz,
Wire,
Pantytec,
John Holt,
a-ha,
ABBA,
Lalann,
Matthew Bourne,
Parry Music,
Inner City,
Brand Nubian,
Warren Ellis,
Moebius,
Jeff Mills,
Roxette,
Connie Case,
The United States of America,
Essential Logic,
Black Flag,
Stiv Bators,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Detroit Cobras,
Piero Umiliani,
The Doobie Brothers,
JFA,
Yazoo,
Yusef Lateef,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Stooges,
Masters at Work,
Michelle Simonal,
Gabor Szabo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Massinfluence,
Surgeon,
The Alarm Clocks,
Crime,
Black Pus,
The Pop Group,
Gang Green,
Delta 5,
The Litter,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sarah Menescal,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Beau Brummels,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Joy Division,
Sandy B,
X-Ray Spex,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Dead Boys,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Standells,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mark Hollis,
Sun City Girls,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.