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 Moldova and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Michael McDonald 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 Nation of Ulysses 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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft 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?
Cecil Taylor,
Easy Going,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eric B and Rakim,
Average White Band,
One Last Wish,
the Swans,
The Moleskins,
Deakin,
Sonic Youth,
Can,
The Gap Band,
Heaven 17,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Mummies,
Reuben Wilson,
The Associates,
The Red Krayola,
Q and Not U,
Godley & Creme,
Howard Jones,
Eve St. Jones,
Bobby Sherman,
Roy Ayers,
Boredoms,
Severed Heads,
Connie Case,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Pop Group,
the Normal,
Drive Like Jehu,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Dead C,
Todd Rundgren,
Public Enemy,
In Retrospect,
Funkadelic,
L. Decosne,
The Monks,
Charles Mingus,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Fire Engines,
Terrestrial Tones,
Technova,
Judy Mowatt,
The Pretty Things,
Ludus,
Mr. Review,
The Offenders,
Franke,
Ornette Coleman,
Henry Cow,
Nas,
Circle Jerks,
K-Klass,
Zero Boys,
Pussy Galore,
Bobbi Humphrey,
World's Most,
Moebius,
Bad Manners,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.