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 Burkina and from Madrid.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 theremin 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 Black Bananas to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Funky Four + One,
8 Eyed Spy,
Y Pants,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gang Starr,
Amazonics,
Alton Ellis,
Barclay James Harvest,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lindisfarne,
The Sonics,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Human League,
Nick Fraelich,
Gil Scott Heron,
Average White Band,
Kayak,
Basic Channel,
UT,
June Days,
Alison Limerick,
Terry Callier,
Wally Richardson,
Blossom Toes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rakim,
Patti Smith,
Man Parrish,
The Motions,
Wings,
Man Eating Sloth,
Loose Ends,
Cal Tjader,
Nirvana,
Steve Hackett,
Isaac Hayes,
Make Up,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Saccharine Trust,
Laurel Aitken,
The Toasters,
Black Sheep,
Altered Images,
Pulsallama,
One Last Wish,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pierre Henry,
Scientists,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Swell Maps,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Adolescents,
Funkadelic,
Bluetip,
Livin' Joy,
KRS-One,
Johnny Osbourne,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Albert Ayler,
Glambeats Corp.,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.