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 Canada and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 harpsichord 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 Matthew Halsall to the electroclash 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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Drive Like Jehu,
Amon Düül,
John Foxx,
Al Stewart,
The Fire Engines,
Kurtis Blow,
The Flesh Eaters,
48th St. Collective,
Tomorrow,
Gregory Isaacs,
Stereo Dub,
Alice Coltrane,
Gichy Dan,
The Monks,
Heaven 17,
Nas,
Sam Rivers,
Barry Ungar,
Fatback Band,
Livin' Joy,
Marine Girls,
Aaron Thompson,
Popol Vuh,
Cal Tjader,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Negative Approach,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Tremeloes,
The Modern Lovers,
Niagra,
The Smiths,
Pussy Galore,
R.M.O.,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Fuzztones,
Joensuu 1685,
Agent Orange,
Magma,
Big Daddy Kane,
T. Rex,
John Holt,
Alison Limerick,
Sarah Menescal,
Leonard Cohen,
The Move,
The Velvet Underground,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Brick,
Rosa Yemen,
Arthur Verocai,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Hasil Adkins,
Pere Ubu,
The Electric Prunes,
The Smoke,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Little Man,
Groovy Waters,
Camberwell Now,
Procol Harum,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.