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 France and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin 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 Sex Pistols to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar 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 theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Faraquet,
Spandau Ballet,
Letta Mbulu,
Deadbeat,
The Music Machine,
The Black Dice,
Icehouse,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Alison Limerick,
Wally Richardson,
Gang Starr,
The Neon Judgement,
Scrapy,
Rekid,
Robert Görl,
Cal Tjader,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Warsaw,
Scan 7,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Deakin,
The Trojans,
Johnny Clarke,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bronski Beat,
Blake Baxter,
Kas Product,
The Fuzztones,
Los Fastidios,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pierre Henry,
The American Breed,
The Cramps,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gang Green,
Danielle Patucci,
Sight & Sound,
Alton Ellis,
Soft Machine,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fad Gadget,
Amazonics,
Grey Daturas,
Steve Hackett,
The Leaves,
Eli Mardock,
Nik Kershaw,
Funky Four + One,
Cluster,
Jerry's Kids,
Faust,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Matthew Bourne,
Hasil Adkins,
Drive Like Jehu,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.