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 Kazakhstan and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Moleskins to the techno 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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
JFA,
The Fuzztones,
Lakeside,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Searchers,
Unwound,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Evens,
ABC,
Little Man,
Dennis Brown,
Banda Bassotti,
Masters at Work,
Quadrant,
The Trojans,
Piero Umiliani,
Oneida,
Harpers Bizarre,
Girls At Our Best!,
Nils Olav,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
London Community Gospel Choir,
John Foxx,
LL Cool J,
Iggy Pop,
Alphaville,
the Swans,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Stereo Dub,
Bobby Womack,
Joyce Sims,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Faraquet,
John Coltrane,
Michelle Simonal,
Curtis Mayfield,
K-Klass,
Donny Hathaway,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Scion,
Parry Music,
Tommy Roe,
Hasil Adkins,
Erasure,
Wire,
Babytalk,
Judy Mowatt,
Danielle Patucci,
Sex Pistols,
Television Personalities,
Johnny Clarke,
John Holt,
L. Decosne,
Cluster,
The Martian,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Avey Tare,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Juan Atkins,
Stiv Bators,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.