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 Sweden and from Halifax.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Barrington Levy to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Bobby Womack,
The Associates,
The Mummies,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rhythm & Sound,
Soulsonic Force,
The Birthday Party,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bootsy Collins,
Amon Düül II,
Suicide,
Ken Boothe,
Bill Wells,
The Residents,
Lindisfarne,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Heaven 17,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rekid,
E-Dancer,
Electric Prunes,
Janne Schatter,
Basic Channel,
DJ Style,
T.S.O.L.,
The Gories,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Minny Pops,
Sound Behaviour,
The Dirtbombs,
Stetsasonic,
Donald Byrd,
Soft Machine,
Joey Negro,
Massinfluence,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Swell Maps,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Human League,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Livin' Joy,
The Barracudas,
Roger Hodgson,
Josef K,
Brick,
The Five Americans,
Yaz,
Au Pairs,
Scratch Acid,
Scan 7,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Misunderstood,
The Tremeloes,
Nick Fraelich,
Delon & Dalcan,
Black Pus,
Ultra Naté,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jandek,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.