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 Moldova and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Don Cherry to the funk 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 The Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Sister Nancy,
Make Up,
The Slits,
Alphaville,
Crooked Eye,
Wings,
The Barracudas,
K-Klass,
Kayak,
Robert Wyatt,
the Association,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Average White Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
Camouflage,
Franke,
Anthony Braxton,
D'Angelo,
Young Marble Giants,
Reagan Youth,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Echospace,
Motorama,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bobby Sherman,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Animal Collective,
Connie Case,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Whodini,
Roxy Music,
Porter Ricks,
LL Cool J,
Joe Finger,
The Walker Brothers,
Darondo,
Jawbox,
Public Enemy,
The Seeds,
Stereo Dub,
Fela Kuti,
Drexciya,
Soul Sonic Force,
Deepchord,
Don Cherry,
Ponytail,
Funkadelic,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nik Kershaw,
Khruangbin,
World's Most,
Hot Snakes,
Alice Coltrane,
PIL,
Bob Dylan,
Mandrill,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.