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 Equatorial Guinea and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 spring reverb 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 Bush Tetras to the electroclash 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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
The Slits,
The Doobie Brothers,
Underground Resistance,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Suicide,
Darondo,
A Certain Ratio,
Jawbox,
Trumans Water,
Joe Finger,
LL Cool J,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eric Copeland,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Magma,
Roy Ayers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Yazoo,
DNA,
Smog,
Gang Gang Dance,
Simply Red,
R.M.O.,
Kerrie Biddell,
Harmonia,
The Monks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bang On A Can,
Grandmaster Flash,
Barclay James Harvest,
AZ,
The Slackers,
Patti Smith,
Sarah Menescal,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Five Americans,
The Alarm Clocks,
Camberwell Now,
The United States of America,
Technova,
Wally Richardson,
The Misunderstood,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lebanon Hanover,
T.S.O.L.,
Easy Going,
Visage,
The Techniques,
Godley & Creme,
Y Pants,
Erykah Badu,
Tim Buckley,
Tres Demented,
The Flesh Eaters,
Brothers Johnson,
The Dead C,
X-101,
Liliput,
Marc Almond,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.