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 Madagascar and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 theremin 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 Icehouse to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Donny Hathaway,
Lou Reed,
Dennis Brown,
Boz Scaggs,
Barbara Tucker,
Sexual Harrassment,
Newcleus,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Hasil Adkins,
Mars,
Ken Boothe,
The Skatalites,
Eden Ahbez,
Tom Boy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Basic Channel,
Monks,
The Fuzztones,
The Music Machine,
Marvin Gaye,
Maleditus Sound,
Lou Christie,
R.M.O.,
Bush Tetras,
Sandy B,
Scott Walker,
Liliput,
Vainqueur,
The Cure,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Sonics,
Arab on Radar,
Flipper,
the Fania All-Stars,
Metal Thangz,
Harmonia,
Wasted Youth,
Stereo Dub,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Avey Tare,
Minnie Riperton,
Buzzcocks,
The Neon Judgement,
Matthew Bourne,
Don Cherry,
Carl Craig,
a-ha,
The American Breed,
Lucky Dragons,
Technova,
Danielle Patucci,
Absolute Body Control,
The Modern Lovers,
Alice Coltrane,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Interpol,
Spandau Ballet,
Rosa Yemen,
Maurizio,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.