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 Nepal and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Litter to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Selecter,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Monks,
MDC,
Graham Central Station,
The Shadows of Knight,
Freddie Wadling,
This Heat,
Yusef Lateef,
Ronnie Foster,
Average White Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
Porter Ricks,
Oneida,
Quantec,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Radiopuhelimet,
Cymande,
Dawn Penn,
Lee Hazlewood,
48th St. Collective,
Hoover,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Slits,
The Birthday Party,
Laurel Aitken,
Pantytec,
Letta Mbulu,
Ten City,
Fear,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eli Mardock,
Alton Ellis,
Jeff Lynne,
Pussy Galore,
Radiohead,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Neon Judgement,
Lakeside,
Black Pus,
Sight & Sound,
Das Ding,
Lucky Dragons,
Japan,
Anakelly,
Steve Hackett,
The Fall,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Warsaw,
Altered Images,
The Dead C,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nas,
The Standells,
Heaven 17,
Idris Muhammad,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.