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 Taipei.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Kaleidoscope to the crunk 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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
The Divine Comedy,
Dead Boys,
Donny Hathaway,
Charles Mingus,
Roy Ayers,
Ken Boothe,
The Modern Lovers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pylon,
Nation of Ulysses,
Outsiders,
Harmonia,
Mandrill,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Busters,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cybotron,
Mantronix,
Dorothy Ashby,
Todd Terry,
Monolake,
Bootsy Collins,
Cecil Taylor,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rotary Connection,
48th St. Collective,
John Foxx,
Heaven 17,
The Shadows of Knight,
Icehouse,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Dead C,
Bad Manners,
Sun City Girls,
Whodini,
KRS-One,
Y Pants,
Cheater Slicks,
Eurythmics,
Kas Product,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cluster,
Henry Cow,
Mr. Review,
Camouflage,
The Tremeloes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Second Layer,
Khruangbin,
John Lydon,
The Selecter,
Soft Cell,
10cc,
Spandau Ballet,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Toasters,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Youth Brigade,
Flipper,
Hashim,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.