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 Peru and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 arpeggiator 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 Scott Walker to the punk 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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
CMW,
the Slits,
Fugazi,
Rakim,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fatback Band,
Severed Heads,
Niagra,
Television Personalities,
The Star Department,
Pantaleimon,
Lyres,
Janne Schatter,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Make Up,
Marcia Griffiths,
Juan Atkins,
Ultra Naté,
Swans,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Crash Course in Science,
Jacob Miller,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Avey Tare,
Gil Scott Heron,
Brick,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Henry Cow,
Scott Walker,
X-101,
Arthur Verocai,
Radiopuhelimet,
Barbara Tucker,
Metal Thangz,
Jeff Mills,
Joe Smooth,
Banda Bassotti,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Fire Engines,
Thee Headcoats,
Marvin Gaye,
Essential Logic,
Supertramp,
Boz Scaggs,
Flash Fearless,
Delta 5,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Raincoats,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rotary Connection,
Ronnie Foster,
Sex Pistols,
Monolake,
Matthew Bourne,
Visage,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nik Kershaw,
Archie Shepp,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mo-Dettes,
Yusef Lateef,
Alphaville,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.