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 Croatia and from Mumbai.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the theremin 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 Ultimate Spinach to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
The Last Poets,
Magma,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dark Day,
ABBA,
Amon Düül,
The Durutti Column,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Albert Ayler,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Grauzone,
JFA,
Oneida,
Bootsy Collins,
The Victims,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
A Flock of Seagulls,
This Heat,
The Litter,
Con Funk Shun,
Bluetip,
Dorothy Ashby,
One Last Wish,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Los Fastidios,
U.S. Maple,
The Real Kids,
Glenn Branca,
Nirvana,
Gichy Dan,
Bobby Womack,
Freddie Wadling,
the Normal,
The Evens,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fluxion,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Slick Rick,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
AZ,
The American Breed,
Glambeats Corp.,
Boredoms,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mandrill,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Sonics,
Flamin' Groovies,
Trumans Water,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
A Certain Ratio,
Alison Limerick,
The Five Americans,
X-102,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Arcadia,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.