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 Sudan and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Dual Sessions to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Standells. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Rosa Yemen,
Kerrie Biddell,
Easy Going,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jesper Dahlback,
MC5,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ponytail,
The Sonics,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
MDC,
The Misunderstood,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Reagan Youth,
Ultravox,
Pussy Galore,
Funky Four + One,
Chris & Cosey,
The Last Poets,
Archie Shepp,
X-102,
Hashim,
48th St. Collective,
Joy Division,
Kaleidoscope,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pantaleimon,
The Moleskins,
Big Daddy Kane,
A Certain Ratio,
The Searchers,
Grey Daturas,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Anakelly,
Avey Tare,
Morten Harket,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Residents,
Negative Approach,
Brand Nubian,
Lebanon Hanover,
Scott Walker,
Oneida,
Vainqueur,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Qualms,
June Days,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
These Immortal Souls,
the Sonics,
Robert Hood,
Tubeway Army,
Q and Not U,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Second Layer,
Fatback Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.