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 Guatemala and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the guitar 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 Y Pants to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Angry Samoans,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
June of 44,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Zero Boys,
Funkadelic,
Gichy Dan,
Grey Daturas,
The Toasters,
Index,
Juan Atkins,
Chris Corsano,
The Golliwogs,
Quadrant,
Laurel Aitken,
The Pretty Things,
The Motions,
Harry Pussy,
Eddi Front,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Hot Snakes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Reagan Youth,
Suburban Knight,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Maurizio,
Harmonia,
The Count Five,
Patti Smith,
Stiv Bators,
Dave Gahan,
X-102,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lucky Dragons,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Liliput,
The Victims,
The Monochrome Set,
the Sonics,
The Saints,
Pagans,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Smog,
Wasted Youth,
The Misunderstood,
H. Thieme,
Tubeway Army,
Tomorrow,
Whodini,
Flash Fearless,
ABC,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Trojans,
The Neon Judgement,
The Electric Prunes,
Roger Hodgson,
The Tremeloes,
Sarah Menescal,
Fear,
Ice-T,
The Leaves,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.