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 Lithuania and from Jakarta.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Salvador.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the techno 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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats 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?
Oneida,
Mandrill,
Warsaw,
The Stooges,
Black Pus,
Cal Tjader,
Funkadelic,
The Vogues,
Ituana,
Sun Ra,
Silicon Teens,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Brick,
MC5,
Tim Buckley,
Kayak,
Q and Not U,
Sonic Youth,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Doors,
Glambeats Corp.,
Tommy Roe,
Altered Images,
The American Breed,
Duran Duran,
Procol Harum,
Andrew Hill,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Red Krayola,
Groovy Waters,
The Sonics,
New Age Steppers,
The Motions,
The Dead C,
E-Dancer,
Hardrive,
Mary Jane Girls,
Matthew Bourne,
The Birthday Party,
Tubeway Army,
Bobby Womack,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Minnie Riperton,
Alphaville,
Gang Gang Dance,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Agent Orange,
Eric Dolphy,
the Sonics,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jerry's Kids,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
David Axelrod,
The Monochrome Set,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Desert Stars,
Ludus,
Television,
Thompson Twins,
Mars,
DNA,
The Offenders,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.