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 Somalia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Popol Vuh to the grime 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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
The Grass Roots,
Cecil Taylor,
Hot Snakes,
Johnny Clarke,
the Germs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Association,
Delta 5,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
These Immortal Souls,
MC5,
The Kinks,
The Motions,
Thompson Twins,
The Raincoats,
Funky Four + One,
The Dead C,
Bizarre Inc.,
X-102,
One Last Wish,
Moss Icon,
Sex Pistols,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Zero Boys,
Gabor Szabo,
Von Mondo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bob Dylan,
The Moody Blues,
Minnie Riperton,
David Axelrod,
Lou Reed,
Interpol,
Fugazi,
June of 44,
Organ,
Charles Mingus,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Swans,
Flash Fearless,
The Birthday Party,
Roger Hodgson,
The Last Poets,
Main Source,
Michelle Simonal,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bronski Beat,
The Tremeloes,
Harmonia,
Vladislav Delay,
Barry Ungar,
Kas Product,
Franke,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Blues Magoos,
The Move,
Alice Coltrane,
Marine Girls,
Nas,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.