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 Cyprus and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 sitar 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 Barbara Tucker to the techno 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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
H. Thieme,
The Durutti Column,
Man Parrish,
Popol Vuh,
Bill Near,
Roxy Music,
Bush Tetras,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Sonics,
Unrelated Segments,
Fela Kuti,
Albert Ayler,
Procol Harum,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Stereo Dub,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Nick Fraelich,
Smog,
Darondo,
Excepter,
Cluster,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Techniques,
Aaron Thompson,
Terry Callier,
Howard Jones,
Dave Gahan,
The New Christs,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Normal,
Big Daddy Kane,
Barrington Levy,
Nico,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Trojans,
Ten City,
Eric Dolphy,
Steve Hackett,
Slave,
Jimmy McGriff,
Wasted Youth,
The Star Department,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lungfish,
Public Image Ltd.,
MC5,
Roxette,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Harpers Bizarre,
Clear Light,
Sixth Finger,
Ossler,
Bob Dylan,
Marvin Gaye,
Loose Ends,
Tears for Fears,
Iggy Pop,
Glenn Branca,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.