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 Somalia and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Black Bananas to the punk 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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
The Litter,
The Knickerbockers,
The Pop Group,
Adolescents,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Modern Lovers,
Average White Band,
Eli Mardock,
New Order,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Zeros,
Yusef Lateef,
Soft Machine,
Byron Stingily,
This Heat,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bang On A Can,
the Bar-Kays,
Joy Division,
New York Dolls,
Henry Cow,
Sister Nancy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Drexciya,
Massinfluence,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Fugs,
Gerry Rafferty,
Judy Mowatt,
Danielle Patucci,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jawbox,
The Monochrome Set,
Half Japanese,
One Last Wish,
Monks,
Bush Tetras,
Suicide,
Peter & Gordon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
David Bowie,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sound Behaviour,
Matthew Bourne,
Chrome,
Mo-Dettes,
Lalann,
Jeff Mills,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Barry Ungar,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
China Crisis,
Mad Mike,
Robert Wyatt,
The Golliwogs,
Angry Samoans,
Urselle,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.