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 Denmark 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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar 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 Jandek to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Scott Walker,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
UT,
Albert Ayler,
Howard Jones,
Don Cherry,
The Real Kids,
Los Fastidios,
Fear,
Jeff Lynne,
Kaleidoscope,
David Axelrod,
World's Most,
Television,
Connie Case,
Mr. Review,
Magma,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Prince Buster,
The Names,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Gladiators,
Suicide,
Gang Gang Dance,
Talk Talk,
KRS-One,
Agent Orange,
Echospace,
Tears for Fears,
Ken Boothe,
Infiniti,
Theoretical Girls,
Malaria!,
The Five Americans,
The Neon Judgement,
Jeff Mills,
Steve Hackett,
Johnny Clarke,
kango's stein massive,
The Birthday Party,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Count Five,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Khruangbin,
Underground Resistance,
Marvin Gaye,
The Smoke,
Scrapy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lebanon Hanover,
Deadbeat,
Gil Scott Heron,
Chris Corsano,
Bad Manners,
Cameo,
F. McDonald,
Dave Gahan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Human League,
B.T. Express,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.