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 Algeria and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin 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 Terrestrial Tones to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Red Krayola,
The Names,
The Evens,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Agent Orange,
The Selecter,
The Raincoats,
Cheater Slicks,
U.S. Maple,
Sarah Menescal,
World's Most,
the Soft Cell,
Goldenarms,
Barrington Levy,
Thee Headcoats,
Grey Daturas,
Jeff Mills,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Wasted Youth,
Unrelated Segments,
David Bowie,
The Vogues,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kenny Larkin,
Black Sheep,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Electric Prunes,
Rapeman,
Archie Shepp,
Marvin Gaye,
Franke,
Bill Wells,
Isaac Hayes,
Mantronix,
The Monochrome Set,
Metal Thangz,
New Age Steppers,
Byron Stingily,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kerri Chandler,
Scrapy,
Mo-Dettes,
Kayak,
Arcadia,
10cc,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Seeds,
Lucky Dragons,
Marmalade,
Matthew Halsall,
Scratch Acid,
Laurel Aitken,
Anthony Braxton,
The Durutti Column,
Grauzone,
Young Marble Giants,
Tomorrow,
Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.
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.