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 Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the guitar 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 Alice Coltrane to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Altered Images,
R.M.O.,
Lee Hazlewood,
Brand Nubian,
Eddi Front,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Loose Ends,
Model 500,
Ituana,
Rites of Spring,
Quantec,
The J.B.'s,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Electric Prunes,
Rosa Yemen,
Kenny Larkin,
Mandrill,
Jandek,
Monks,
Organ,
Scientists,
Make Up,
Pharoah Sanders,
Metal Thangz,
Iggy Pop,
Funkadelic,
Janne Schatter,
Rod Modell,
Basic Channel,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Todd Rundgren,
the Fania All-Stars,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Swans,
Camouflage,
Sällskapet,
Aaron Thompson,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lightning Bolt,
Los Fastidios,
Popol Vuh,
Junior Murvin,
Echospace,
Eli Mardock,
The Associates,
Bootsy Collins,
Flash Fearless,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gabor Szabo,
Kerri Chandler,
Drexciya,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sparks,
The Smoke,
Wasted Youth,
Nirvana,
The Happenings,
Morten Harket,
Jacques Brel,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Roxy Music,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.