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 Armenia and from Milan.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Dave Gahan to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Smog,
The Fugs,
the Slits,
Pussy Galore,
Albert Ayler,
The Raincoats,
Faraquet,
the Soft Cell,
Warren Ellis,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mad Mike,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Sonics,
Flamin' Groovies,
Iggy Pop,
Robert Wyatt,
Todd Terry,
The Monks,
Cal Tjader,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Icehouse,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sight & Sound,
Kenny Larkin,
Rekid,
CMW,
Rapeman,
Amon Düül,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Blossom Toes,
Los Fastidios,
Susan Cadogan,
Joe Finger,
DNA,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pole,
Make Up,
the Normal,
Flipper,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Junior Murvin,
Slick Rick,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fluxion,
Byron Stingily,
Roger Hodgson,
Gang Green,
Nirvana,
John Holt,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Divine Comedy,
Kas Product,
Lower 48,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The American Breed,
The United States of America,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic.
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.