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 Maldives and from Lagos.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Michael McDonald 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 Anthony Braxton to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Slave 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 rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Boredoms,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Liliput,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jerry's Kids,
The Dave Clark Five,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fluxion,
Moss Icon,
Bobby Womack,
F. McDonald,
48th St. Collective,
The Evens,
Kas Product,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Glenn Branca,
Rod Modell,
Fad Gadget,
the Bar-Kays,
Ralphi Rosario,
Funky Four + One,
Joe Smooth,
Qualms,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ronan,
Los Fastidios,
Vladislav Delay,
The Martian,
Organ,
Cameo,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Joy Division,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Wings,
Ronnie Foster,
Black Moon,
Andrew Hill,
Joyce Sims,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Livin' Joy,
Susan Cadogan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Archie Shepp,
The Angels of Light,
Wire,
Peter and Kerry,
Sällskapet,
Agitation Free,
Derrick Morgan,
Supertramp,
The Mummies,
Joey Negro,
Altered Images,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.