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 Spain and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 sitar 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 Leonard Cohen 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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Delon & Dalcan,
Swans,
Faraquet,
The New Christs,
Michelle Simonal,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fela Kuti,
Eric Dolphy,
Reagan Youth,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Electric Prunes,
Archie Shepp,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pantaleimon,
Kevin Saunderson,
Vladislav Delay,
Grauzone,
Goldenarms,
Brothers Johnson,
X-102,
In Retrospect,
Swell Maps,
Todd Rundgren,
MDC,
Altered Images,
Judy Mowatt,
New York Dolls,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Offenders,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Amon Düül II,
Alphaville,
Lakeside,
the Soft Cell,
MC5,
Sonic Youth,
The Move,
Bootsy Collins,
The Moody Blues,
The Mummies,
Sight & Sound,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Fall,
Gang Gang Dance,
Easy Going,
Ponytail,
Intrusion,
The Fire Engines,
Pylon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Aural Exciters,
Drive Like Jehu,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dawn Penn,
Half Japanese,
Ituana,
Alison Limerick,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Magazine,
Girls At Our Best!,
Urselle,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.