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 Palau and from Delhi.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Shuggie Otis,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Happenings,
48th St. Collective,
The Vogues,
Leonard Cohen,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fatback Band,
Monks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The American Breed,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Marmalade,
Thee Headcoats,
Big Daddy Kane,
This Heat,
The Red Krayola,
Tim Buckley,
Masters at Work,
Eddi Front,
Sound Behaviour,
The Wake,
Iggy Pop,
Erasure,
Spoonie Gee,
Scratch Acid,
Au Pairs,
Franke,
Joe Smooth,
Slave,
Main Source,
Moebius,
Radio Birdman,
The Shadows of Knight,
Delta 5,
Severed Heads,
Funky Four + One,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Yusef Lateef,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Todd Terry,
Tears for Fears,
Stetsasonic,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jacob Miller,
Panda Bear,
Lucky Dragons,
Easy Going,
CMW,
Ohio Players,
PIL,
Radiopuhelimet,
Crash Course in Science,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Litter,
the Swans,
Harmonia,
Liliput,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.