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 Jordan and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 A Certain Ratio to the disco 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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines 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?
The Neon Judgement,
David McCallum,
Blossom Toes,
Zapp,
Jeff Lynne,
The Music Machine,
Jandek,
Mandrill,
Crash Course in Science,
Man Parrish,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Echospace,
Make Up,
Black Bananas,
H. Thieme,
The Associates,
Neil Young,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Tremeloes,
The Angels of Light,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eric B and Rakim,
Colin Newman,
The Blackbyrds,
Liliput,
Donald Byrd,
Charles Mingus,
Cabaret Voltaire,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Camouflage,
Massinfluence,
Wally Richardson,
The Victims,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eric Dolphy,
Jeff Mills,
Public Enemy,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Gories,
Sixth Finger,
ABBA,
Sex Pistols,
Nation of Ulysses,
Au Pairs,
Leonard Cohen,
Magma,
Amon Düül II,
Soft Machine,
Grauzone,
Althea and Donna,
Bob Dylan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Association,
Kerri Chandler,
Fad Gadget,
Infiniti,
Arthur Verocai,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cybotron,
Joensuu 1685,
Boredoms,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.