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 Norway and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Portland.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Eve St. Jones to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sound. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s 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 Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
The Wake,
Dorothy Ashby,
Black Bananas,
The Slits,
Patti Smith,
The Sonics,
Negative Approach,
The Divine Comedy,
Gabor Szabo,
Donny Hathaway,
CMW,
Zero Boys,
Grandmaster Flash,
Accadde A,
Supertramp,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Janne Schatter,
FM Einheit,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eve St. Jones,
Peter & Gordon,
Television,
Wolf Eyes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Q65,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
June Days,
John Lydon,
Tears for Fears,
Simply Red,
Graham Central Station,
Rufus Thomas,
Johnny Osbourne,
Wire,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gang Gang Dance,
Avey Tare,
Boredoms,
The Leaves,
Aural Exciters,
Nils Olav,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Moss Icon,
Cybotron,
F. McDonald,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Cure,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Victims,
R.M.O.,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Birthday Party,
E-Dancer,
The Black Dice,
Slick Rick,
Heaven 17,
Wings,
UT,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.