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 Solomon Islands and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 linndrum 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 Man Parrish to the techno 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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX 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?
The Modern Lovers,
Man Parrish,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Suicide,
David Axelrod,
Zapp,
The Doobie Brothers,
David McCallum,
Pet Shop Boys,
Juan Atkins,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pole,
MC5,
The Residents,
Clear Light,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Hardrive,
Bizarre Inc.,
John Coltrane,
Television Personalities,
Bobby Byrd,
Ronnie Foster,
Harry Pussy,
Sun Ra,
Buzzcocks,
The Evens,
H. Thieme,
Angry Samoans,
The Gun Club,
Pantaleimon,
The Cure,
The Associates,
Lower 48,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Oneida,
Pere Ubu,
The Sonics,
The Smoke,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Kinks,
Mission of Burma,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Joe Smooth,
Alison Limerick,
Au Pairs,
Moss Icon,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lungfish,
Hot Snakes,
Sarah Menescal,
The Golliwogs,
The Trojans,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Gories,
Brass Construction,
Boz Scaggs,
Eddi Front,
Anthony Braxton,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bauhaus,
Eric Copeland,
Camouflage,
Basic Channel,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.