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 Oman and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Public Image Ltd. to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Derrick Morgan,
Big Daddy Kane,
Amon Düül II,
Metal Thangz,
The American Breed,
Blake Baxter,
Talk Talk,
Interpol,
The Electric Prunes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Average White Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
E-Dancer,
LL Cool J,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Harmonia,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Steve Hackett,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kayak,
Harpers Bizarre,
June of 44,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Walker Brothers,
Eddi Front,
Connie Case,
Aural Exciters,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Henry Cow,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Marmalade,
Skarface,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nico,
The Toasters,
Audionom,
Danielle Patucci,
Monks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Babytalk,
Barbara Tucker,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Underground Resistance,
Yazoo,
Peter & Gordon,
Scrapy,
Skaos,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Smiths,
The Stooges,
Scott Walker,
Zapp,
Flash Fearless,
The Techniques,
Excepter,
The Seeds,
Roy Ayers,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.