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 Guinea and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 oboe 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Vainqueur,
Gang Green,
Chris Corsano,
Gabor Szabo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Theoretical Girls,
Nik Kershaw,
Procol Harum,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fela Kuti,
Man Parrish,
Altered Images,
Marc Almond,
Easy Going,
Carl Craig,
Bill Near,
The New Christs,
The Pretty Things,
New York Dolls,
Mars,
Lower 48,
The Monochrome Set,
Erasure,
Pantaleimon,
Moebius,
Quando Quango,
The Golliwogs,
the Germs,
The Velvet Underground,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Parry Music,
Crooked Eye,
Johnny Clarke,
Public Enemy,
The Doors,
Outsiders,
Pharoah Sanders,
Wire,
Chris & Cosey,
Grandmaster Flash,
Slick Rick,
Subhumans,
The Divine Comedy,
Ponytail,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rites of Spring,
Sound Behaviour,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Zero Boys,
The Dead C,
Black Pus,
The Cramps,
Josef K,
Roxy Music,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Sound,
Bobby Byrd,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.