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 Malaysia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mexico City.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the grunge 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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Gichy Dan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
La Düsseldorf,
James White and The Blacks,
Yellowson,
Patti Smith,
Minnie Riperton,
Massinfluence,
Pantaleimon,
Alton Ellis,
Peter and Kerry,
John Cale,
Junior Murvin,
X-102,
Soft Machine,
D'Angelo,
Brass Construction,
The Angels of Light,
X-Ray Spex,
The Searchers,
Sällskapet,
Lou Christie,
Derrick May,
New York Dolls,
Make Up,
The Doors,
Dawn Penn,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Subhumans,
Anthony Braxton,
Fort Wilson Riot,
These Immortal Souls,
The Residents,
Camberwell Now,
Tres Demented,
Average White Band,
Brick,
The Neon Judgement,
Jacques Brel,
Isaac Hayes,
Fad Gadget,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eddi Front,
Wire,
Shoche,
Wolf Eyes,
Mad Mike,
Vladislav Delay,
Tom Boy,
Pulsallama,
Gang Starr,
The Smiths,
Technova,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sun City Girls,
Pharoah Sanders,
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.