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 Benin and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 guitar 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 Sight & Sound to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket 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 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Arcadia,
Scott Walker,
Trumans Water,
Arthur Verocai,
Excepter,
EPMD,
Chris & Cosey,
Jesper Dahlback,
Cymande,
Masters at Work,
Kurtis Blow,
Radio Birdman,
Mad Mike,
Liliput,
Boogie Down Productions,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Vladislav Delay,
The Fuzztones,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Television Personalities,
Motorama,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cluster,
The Names,
Ornette Coleman,
Von Mondo,
Aaron Thompson,
Crooked Eye,
the Human League,
Cheater Slicks,
Echospace,
Yusef Lateef,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Marmalade,
The Grass Roots,
Gerry Rafferty,
T.S.O.L.,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Index,
The Sonics,
Erasure,
Ponytail,
Girls At Our Best!,
Dawn Penn,
Infiniti,
Angry Samoans,
Yellowson,
David McCallum,
Gregory Isaacs,
Hasil Adkins,
ABBA,
The Doors,
Aswad,
The Vogues,
Barry Ungar,
Kayak,
Agent Orange,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Interpol,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.