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 Macedonia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Cairo.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Faust to the rap 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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Nirvana,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Camouflage,
The Dirtbombs,
Ultra Naté,
The Fortunes,
Slick Rick,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Normal,
Connie Case,
The Sound,
cv313,
Eve St. Jones,
the Sonics,
Bootsy Collins,
Lower 48,
Amazonics,
Bob Dylan,
The Invisible,
Hoover,
Fad Gadget,
Sound Behaviour,
Black Pus,
Japan,
T. Rex,
Crispian St. Peters,
PIL,
Pharoah Sanders,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pet Shop Boys,
X-Ray Spex,
Icehouse,
Outsiders,
Skaos,
Q and Not U,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Names,
Nico,
Stockholm Monsters,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fear,
Donald Byrd,
The Gories,
Cymande,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rakim,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Residents,
a-ha,
the Bar-Kays,
Lightning Bolt,
Khruangbin,
Nils Olav,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Henry Cow,
MDC,
Eric B and Rakim,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.