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 Cape Verde and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Faraquet to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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,
The Count Five,
Bobby Womack,
Black Pus,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Detroit Cobras,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Motions,
Arthur Verocai,
Barbara Tucker,
Albert Ayler,
Radiohead,
Archie Shepp,
Banda Bassotti,
Amon Düül II,
The Last Poets,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Boogie Down Productions,
Laurel Aitken,
Lindisfarne,
The Searchers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Japan,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Swans,
Sixth Finger,
Bauhaus,
Yaz,
Mission of Burma,
Black Bananas,
Average White Band,
Erasure,
Livin' Joy,
The Blackbyrds,
Traffic Nightmare,
Stereo Dub,
The Saints,
Mark Hollis,
Jeff Lynne,
Girls At Our Best!,
PIL,
Electric Prunes,
Echospace,
The Cowsills,
DJ Style,
Lalo Schifrin,
Yusef Lateef,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Minutemen,
Sun City Girls,
Sun Ra,
Hoover,
Toni Rubio,
Bluetip,
Underground Resistance,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tubeway Army,
Angry Samoans,
Gabor Szabo,
Warsaw,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.