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 Latvia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Rites of Spring to the techno 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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Yusef Lateef,
Todd Terry,
Ponytail,
The Red Krayola,
Intrusion,
Flipper,
Essential Logic,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Make Up,
Stetsasonic,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Cramps,
the Germs,
Janne Schatter,
Spandau Ballet,
Tim Buckley,
Lightning Bolt,
Skaos,
Pulsallama,
Sound Behaviour,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Moleskins,
Sun Ra,
Angry Samoans,
Depeche Mode,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ronnie Foster,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fear,
Albert Ayler,
Blake Baxter,
Ultravox,
Bob Dylan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Wally Richardson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Whodini,
The Shadows of Knight,
Max Romeo,
Can,
New Age Steppers,
Marvin Gaye,
Erasure,
Bauhaus,
Jesper Dahlback,
Grandmaster Flash,
Wire,
Brick,
The Black Dice,
The Associates,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Pretty Things,
Technova,
Bill Wells,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Barrington Levy,
Peter and Kerry,
Parry Music,
Lakeside,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.