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 Italy and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Blake Baxter to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vaughan Mason & Crew record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Joensuu 1685,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Happenings,
Traffic Nightmare,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Brand Nubian,
New Age Steppers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Spandau Ballet,
X-102,
Tres Demented,
Unwound,
Skriet,
Deadbeat,
Eve St. Jones,
Thee Headcoats,
Crispy Ambulance,
Groovy Waters,
Panda Bear,
Gang of Four,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Accadde A,
Derrick Morgan,
Ponytail,
Barbara Tucker,
Lee Hazlewood,
Graham Central Station,
Moebius,
MC5,
Faraquet,
CMW,
X-Ray Spex,
Eddi Front,
Visage,
Juan Atkins,
Public Enemy,
Radio Birdman,
The Beau Brummels,
DNA,
Soft Machine,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Young Marble Giants,
Con Funk Shun,
DJ Sneak,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ornette Coleman,
Tommy Roe,
Harpers Bizarre,
June of 44,
Neu!,
Amon Düül II,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Model 500,
Marvin Gaye,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mantronix,
World's Most,
Hot Snakes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Audionom,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.