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 Montenegro and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Mighty Diamonds to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
The Tremeloes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gong,
Tommy Roe,
Motorama,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Soft Machine,
Lakeside,
Ultravox,
Moebius,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bobby Sherman,
Brass Construction,
Ohio Players,
John Foxx,
Radiohead,
The Divine Comedy,
Joe Smooth,
Maurizio,
The Fugs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Q65,
Dark Day,
Cheater Slicks,
Mission of Burma,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Funky Four + One,
8 Eyed Spy,
Hot Snakes,
Rakim,
The Doors,
Marvin Gaye,
Lightning Bolt,
The Durutti Column,
Byron Stingily,
Suicide,
Guru Guru,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Essential Logic,
The Beau Brummels,
Minutemen,
Barry Ungar,
Mark Hollis,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tom Boy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Electric Prunes,
Clear Light,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
JFA,
Bauhaus,
The Victims,
Moby Grape,
Grey Daturas,
These Immortal Souls,
Icehouse,
The Litter,
The Sonics,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.