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 Bahamas and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lebanon Hanover to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu 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 harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Tomorrow,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Count Five,
Yellowson,
Excepter,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Don Cherry,
Joyce Sims,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Offenders,
Gabor Szabo,
Grey Daturas,
Nas,
Junior Murvin,
kango's stein massive,
Scott Walker,
Jawbox,
DJ Style,
Godley & Creme,
Albert Ayler,
Ice-T,
Amon Düül II,
Sun Ra,
Niagra,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Slave,
Rites of Spring,
The Gories,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Scratch Acid,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Trumans Water,
In Retrospect,
Skriet,
Nick Fraelich,
The Barracudas,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sex Pistols,
The Saints,
Bizarre Inc.,
Cameo,
Bootsy Collins,
Interpol,
Dead Boys,
Archie Shepp,
Thompson Twins,
Marine Girls,
Symarip,
Black Flag,
The Music Machine,
Ponytail,
Sun City Girls,
a-ha,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
This Heat,
Pole,
Eurythmics,
Infiniti,
The Grass Roots,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.