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 Germany and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Section 25 to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Neil Young,
The Cowsills,
Young Marble Giants,
The Misunderstood,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Music Machine,
Sonic Youth,
Sällskapet,
Ken Boothe,
Gabor Szabo,
Chris & Cosey,
Connie Case,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pylon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Brick,
Bauhaus,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
ABBA,
Archie Shepp,
Index,
Iggy Pop,
Nas,
Bluetip,
Rakim,
Arthur Verocai,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Camouflage,
Tom Boy,
Judy Mowatt,
Model 500,
Donald Byrd,
Marc Almond,
The Slackers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Evens,
Desert Stars,
Lee Hazlewood,
Minor Threat,
Lower 48,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Smoke,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Heaven 17,
The Fortunes,
Joey Negro,
The Grass Roots,
Main Source,
Make Up,
Fugazi,
Circle Jerks,
Banda Bassotti,
JFA,
Eli Mardock,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Deakin,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Harmonia,
Malaria!,
B.T. Express,
Gang of Four,
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.