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 Austria and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Selecter to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Loose Ends,
A Certain Ratio,
Crime,
Sun Ra,
Marmalade,
Infiniti,
Prince Buster,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ultra Naté,
Nils Olav,
Isaac Hayes,
Von Mondo,
The Busters,
Gong,
Rosa Yemen,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nick Fraelich,
The Cramps,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Marvin Gaye,
Bluetip,
Funkadelic,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Soft Machine,
MC5,
Jacob Miller,
Jeff Mills,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bootsy Collins,
Eurythmics,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Music Machine,
Eric Dolphy,
Harpers Bizarre,
a-ha,
Second Layer,
The Stooges,
David Axelrod,
Juan Atkins,
Smog,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Hasil Adkins,
The Modern Lovers,
Joyce Sims,
Gichy Dan,
F. McDonald,
The Associates,
Skaos,
Eli Mardock,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Trumans Water,
The Sisters of Mercy,
MDC,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Misunderstood,
Banda Bassotti,
Livin' Joy,
Silicon Teens,
New Order,
Flipper,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.