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 Bremen.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Nile Rodgers 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 X-102 to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
The Associates,
Danielle Patucci,
Chris Corsano,
Cecil Taylor,
Alphaville,
Sällskapet,
Ronnie Foster,
Eric Copeland,
Quadrant,
Franke,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Aural Exciters,
Stockholm Monsters,
Simply Red,
The Techniques,
The Angels of Light,
the Swans,
Rakim,
Warsaw,
Main Source,
La Düsseldorf,
X-Ray Spex,
Moby Grape,
The Divine Comedy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Durutti Column,
MDC,
Pantytec,
Bobby Sherman,
Bobby Womack,
Oblivians,
Archie Shepp,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jeff Lynne,
Mars,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Monks,
Maurizio,
the Bar-Kays,
Yazoo,
Yaz,
Lindisfarne,
PIL,
Albert Ayler,
U.S. Maple,
Nirvana,
Joensuu 1685,
The Searchers,
The Remains,
Gang Starr,
Lyres,
Anakelly,
Theoretical Girls,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pylon,
Joe Smooth,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Stooges,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.