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 Bahrain and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lagos.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Babytalk to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet 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 mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Half Japanese,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Derrick May,
Angry Samoans,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tomorrow,
Dave Gahan,
Pantaleimon,
The Slits,
Ice-T,
Brothers Johnson,
The Cowsills,
Moby Grape,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Suicide,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bauhaus,
Fat Boys,
Marvin Gaye,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eve St. Jones,
Tim Buckley,
The Star Department,
Colin Newman,
The Knickerbockers,
Steve Hackett,
PIL,
Jimmy McGriff,
Radiohead,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Erykah Badu,
Gang Starr,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lyres,
The Misunderstood,
48th St. Collective,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Association,
The Last Poets,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Television Personalities,
Joy Division,
Skaos,
Porter Ricks,
Cal Tjader,
Shoche,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
John Coltrane,
F. McDonald,
Glenn Branca,
X-102,
Oneida,
DJ Sneak,
Stereo Dub,
The Golliwogs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Monolake,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Gun Club,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.