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 Ecuador and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the güiro 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 Das Ding to the grime 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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Gun Club,
Graham Central Station,
Dead Boys,
The Gladiators,
Heaven 17,
Lightning Bolt,
Pharoah Sanders,
Barbara Tucker,
Scan 7,
James White and The Blacks,
Eve St. Jones,
Letta Mbulu,
John Cale,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Matthew Bourne,
Index,
Amazonics,
Crash Course in Science,
Minutemen,
Mo-Dettes,
Grey Daturas,
Sunsets and Hearts,
This Heat,
Siglo XX,
Sun Ra,
Sonic Youth,
The Evens,
The Happenings,
Procol Harum,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Scientists,
Marc Almond,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Barrington Levy,
Flash Fearless,
Circle Jerks,
The Red Krayola,
Arab on Radar,
Blake Baxter,
Sight & Sound,
Cymande,
The Gories,
Stetsasonic,
Howard Jones,
Kaleidoscope,
The Toasters,
Interpol,
Kevin Saunderson,
Hasil Adkins,
The Doors,
The Move,
John Holt,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Erasure,
Peter & Gordon,
Rotary Connection,
Yaz,
Chris & Cosey,
Gichy Dan,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.