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 Tanzania and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
David Bowie,
The Sound,
Panda Bear,
Deepchord,
Al Stewart,
Kerrie Biddell,
Magma,
Spandau Ballet,
Ultravox,
Japan,
Deakin,
Freddie Wadling,
The Slackers,
Mo-Dettes,
Piero Umiliani,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Trojans,
the Germs,
Stetsasonic,
Aswad,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Morten Harket,
John Foxx,
Harpers Bizarre,
Au Pairs,
Hashim,
In Retrospect,
Anthony Braxton,
Rakim,
Man Parrish,
Marine Girls,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Yaz,
Peter and Kerry,
The American Breed,
David Axelrod,
Banda Bassotti,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Minnie Riperton,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Radiohead,
Nils Olav,
Danielle Patucci,
Fad Gadget,
Chris Corsano,
Fear,
Letta Mbulu,
UT,
Magazine,
MC5,
Don Cherry,
Idris Muhammad,
Jerry's Kids,
the Swans,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Barry Ungar,
Terrestrial Tones,
Whodini,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.