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 Guinea and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Terrestrial Tones to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Lindisfarne,
Harry Pussy,
The Real Kids,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Moleskins,
Marshall Jefferson,
Camouflage,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Fall,
the Sonics,
The Skatalites,
Alison Limerick,
Toni Rubio,
Moss Icon,
Unrelated Segments,
Qualms,
Amon Düül,
Colin Newman,
X-102,
Bob Dylan,
Charles Mingus,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The J.B.'s,
Angry Samoans,
The Sonics,
The Residents,
Buzzcocks,
Con Funk Shun,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gang Green,
Aswad,
Tom Boy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Patti Smith,
Nation of Ulysses,
Depeche Mode,
Quantec,
Camberwell Now,
Theoretical Girls,
Zapp,
Darondo,
Blake Baxter,
Fluxion,
Grandmaster Flash,
Janne Schatter,
Faust,
Cecil Taylor,
CMW,
the Human League,
The Raincoats,
Pole,
The Kinks,
the Germs,
Country Teasers,
The Gladiators,
Electric Prunes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Five Americans,
The Pretty Things,
Drexciya,
U.S. Maple,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.