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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Philadelphia.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the theremin 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 Gichy Dan to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Cure. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Stooges,
Oblivians,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
LL Cool J,
Joe Finger,
Gabor Szabo,
Joey Negro,
Archie Shepp,
Unwound,
Janne Schatter,
Andrew Hill,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Wake,
Subhumans,
Magazine,
Skaos,
The Cure,
Tears for Fears,
In Retrospect,
Chris & Cosey,
Make Up,
The J.B.'s,
Saccharine Trust,
Judy Mowatt,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Glambeats Corp.,
Public Image Ltd.,
Al Stewart,
Bad Manners,
Motorama,
Black Pus,
Model 500,
Young Marble Giants,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Detroit Cobras,
Unrelated Segments,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mr. Review,
Camouflage,
New York Dolls,
Accadde A,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Magma,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fugazi,
Darondo,
Don Cherry,
John Lydon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Delon & Dalcan,
Q and Not U,
Simply Red,
David Axelrod,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Index,
Icehouse,
Prince Buster,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.