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 Australia and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 synthesizer 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 Scratch Acid to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Groovy Waters,
Pere Ubu,
One Last Wish,
The Mummies,
Model 500,
Fela Kuti,
Icehouse,
The Tremeloes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Glenn Branca,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jerry's Kids,
Bronski Beat,
The Move,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Knickerbockers,
Scott Walker,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
ABBA,
Shuggie Otis,
Wally Richardson,
Bill Wells,
Dave Gahan,
Peter and Kerry,
The Standells,
Oneida,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Hot Snakes,
a-ha,
Blancmange,
H. Thieme,
Echospace,
Lalann,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Martian,
Nico,
Kenny Larkin,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fad Gadget,
Marmalade,
Flipper,
Joey Negro,
Main Source,
Lalo Schifrin,
FM Einheit,
DJ Sneak,
Ponytail,
Reuben Wilson,
Second Layer,
Hoover,
Index,
Absolute Body Control,
Lucky Dragons,
The Kinks,
Surgeon,
cv313,
Drive Like Jehu,
Radiohead,
Clear Light,
Ronan,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.