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 Vanuatu and from Seoul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin 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 Ralphi Rosario to the dance 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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Wire,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Charles Mingus,
Tres Demented,
Visage,
Siglo XX,
Nas,
The Moleskins,
Man Parrish,
Oneida,
Jerry's Kids,
Pylon,
Boredoms,
Lou Christie,
Nils Olav,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Duran Duran,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Boz Scaggs,
Radiopuhelimet,
Colin Newman,
Sun Ra,
Los Fastidios,
the Normal,
These Immortal Souls,
Thee Headcoats,
June of 44,
The Evens,
Jacob Miller,
Lucky Dragons,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Victims,
U.S. Maple,
The American Breed,
Don Cherry,
Marvin Gaye,
The Searchers,
Eddi Front,
Gerry Rafferty,
Das Ding,
Juan Atkins,
Tears for Fears,
Stereo Dub,
Marmalade,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Model 500,
Ultravox,
The Gun Club,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bronski Beat,
Echospace,
Mandrill,
The Five Americans,
Kaleidoscope,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Idris Muhammad,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dawn Penn,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.