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 Maldives and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 theremin 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 Gil Scott Heron to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos 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 sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Stooges,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Sonics,
The Residents,
Roy Ayers,
Sun Ra,
Public Image Ltd.,
Marine Girls,
The Sound,
Ituana,
Loose Ends,
MDC,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Young Rascals,
Half Japanese,
Drive Like Jehu,
Cameo,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Whodini,
Banda Bassotti,
Throbbing Gristle,
Alice Coltrane,
The Dirtbombs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Spoonie Gee,
Ice-T,
Ronnie Foster,
Surgeon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pantaleimon,
The Toasters,
Saccharine Trust,
The Five Americans,
Kaleidoscope,
Tommy Roe,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sarah Menescal,
Dorothy Ashby,
ABC,
Funky Four + One,
Fugazi,
Matthew Bourne,
Carl Craig,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Organ,
Moebius,
Liliput,
Matthew Halsall,
Ohio Players,
Procol Harum,
Jawbox,
Lyres,
Arab on Radar,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.