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 Jamaica and from Accra.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Sao Paulo.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Gun Club to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
The Martian,
Essential Logic,
Marine Girls,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Girls At Our Best!,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Dirtbombs,
Nation of Ulysses,
Severed Heads,
the Fania All-Stars,
Qualms,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Drive Like Jehu,
Dawn Penn,
Eric Dolphy,
Ice-T,
The Wake,
Judy Mowatt,
Cymande,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ultravox,
Althea and Donna,
Thompson Twins,
Brick,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Gap Band,
Yellowson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cecil Taylor,
Nirvana,
Echospace,
K-Klass,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Stetsasonic,
Tears for Fears,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Shuggie Otis,
Juan Atkins,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Von Mondo,
Davy DMX,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Letta Mbulu,
Black Pus,
The Sound,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fluxion,
Basic Channel,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Electric Prunes,
Hot Snakes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
KRS-One,
Soft Cell,
Smog,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Deepchord,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.