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 Vanuatu and from Glasgow.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 MC5 to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
CMW,
Davy DMX,
Barclay James Harvest,
John Cale,
Ossler,
Sexual Harrassment,
Patti Smith,
The Martian,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Public Enemy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Barbara Tucker,
X-102,
The Beau Brummels,
Ultra Naté,
DJ Sneak,
Colin Newman,
Little Man,
Funkadelic,
Young Marble Giants,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Donny Hathaway,
Kas Product,
Wally Richardson,
Gang Green,
Faust,
Sugar Minott,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lower 48,
Todd Rundgren,
Vainqueur,
Zapp,
Fatback Band,
Blake Baxter,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eden Ahbez,
New York Dolls,
Spandau Ballet,
Jerry's Kids,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Gories,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Reagan Youth,
Bobby Womack,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Last Poets,
The New Christs,
Rakim,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sun City Girls,
Flash Fearless,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
MC5,
The Detroit Cobras,
Amazonics,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Modern Lovers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Oblivians,
Moss Icon,
Bob Dylan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.