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 France and from London.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 H. Thieme to the dance 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 The Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Divine Comedy,
Janne Schatter,
Pole,
Brand Nubian,
Joensuu 1685,
Skriet,
Blake Baxter,
The Dirtbombs,
T. Rex,
Malaria!,
Blossom Toes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
X-Ray Spex,
June of 44,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ronan,
Half Japanese,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Intrusion,
Ralphi Rosario,
Amon Düül,
Ultimate Spinach,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Theoretical Girls,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Traffic Nightmare,
David Axelrod,
John Foxx,
Pylon,
Jeru the Damaja,
Skarface,
Scientists,
The Trojans,
DJ Sneak,
Boogie Down Productions,
Swans,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
New York Dolls,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Spoonie Gee,
Cameo,
Banda Bassotti,
the Swans,
The Martian,
The Remains,
Nirvana,
Chrome,
Kool Moe Dee,
Charles Mingus,
Smog,
Spandau Ballet,
Nick Fraelich,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Minny Pops,
Popol Vuh,
Pagans,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.