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 Guyana and from Glasgow.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 New York Dolls to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Minnie Riperton,
Trumans Water,
Stiv Bators,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Moby Grape,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Swans,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Toasters,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Audionom,
Roxy Music,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ronan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Albert Ayler,
The Doors,
Pet Shop Boys,
Flipper,
The Vogues,
New York Dolls,
Los Fastidios,
the Bar-Kays,
Mission of Burma,
kango's stein massive,
Black Pus,
Dorothy Ashby,
Soft Machine,
Duran Duran,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sam Rivers,
Amon Düül,
Black Flag,
Intrusion,
Peter and Kerry,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Smoke,
KRS-One,
Gregory Isaacs,
Stereo Dub,
OOIOO,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bill Wells,
Maurizio,
Supertramp,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jerry's Kids,
Deadbeat,
The Walker Brothers,
The Wake,
H. Thieme,
The Human League,
Sister Nancy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Brick,
Make Up,
L. Decosne,
Deepchord,
Black Moon,
The Star Department,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.