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 Tunisia and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sheep to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Radio Birdman,
Fatback Band,
Au Pairs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
H. Thieme,
The Shadows of Knight,
Joe Smooth,
Gerry Rafferty,
Maleditus Sound,
Sonic Youth,
L. Decosne,
F. McDonald,
MC5,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Cecil Taylor,
Mission of Burma,
Godley & Creme,
Eve St. Jones,
The Happenings,
The Red Krayola,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Dead C,
Underground Resistance,
David McCallum,
Pet Shop Boys,
Howard Jones,
Echospace,
Index,
The Sound,
The Modern Lovers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Associates,
Fugazi,
John Coltrane,
Henry Cow,
Adolescents,
Aloha Tigers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Monolake,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lou Reed,
Moby Grape,
Nik Kershaw,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Scratch Acid,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
John Foxx,
The Birthday Party,
Funkadelic,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Wally Richardson,
The Barracudas,
Trumans Water,
Bobby Byrd,
Patti Smith,
Fear,
Talk Talk,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
June Days,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Vogues,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.