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 Senegal and from Shanghai.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Spokane.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 10cc to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Henry Cow,
U.S. Maple,
Crooked Eye,
Alice Coltrane,
Monolake,
Japan,
Terry Callier,
A Certain Ratio,
The Sonics,
Mark Hollis,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Hoover,
Peter and Kerry,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rotary Connection,
The Smoke,
Bill Wells,
Godley & Creme,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Brothers Johnson,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Red Krayola,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Grass Roots,
John Holt,
The Fire Engines,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Germs,
Jerry's Kids,
PIL,
The Fall,
The Slackers,
Ponytail,
Loose Ends,
Todd Rundgren,
The Martian,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Gun Club,
cv313,
Sam Rivers,
The Gap Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Human League,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The United States of America,
The Vogues,
Bush Tetras,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ronnie Foster,
Motorama,
Joensuu 1685,
The Mojo Men,
Radio Birdman,
MDC,
Maleditus Sound,
Heaven 17,
The Toasters,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.