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 Tajikistan and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the mellotron 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Mo-Dettes,
Black Pus,
H. Thieme,
Barry Ungar,
Eric Dolphy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Alarm Clocks,
John Cale,
Stetsasonic,
Brass Construction,
The Divine Comedy,
Black Bananas,
Slave,
Jacob Miller,
8 Eyed Spy,
The United States of America,
Gichy Dan,
Cluster,
K-Klass,
Letta Mbulu,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sun Ra,
Pylon,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pussy Galore,
Eddi Front,
Suicide,
MDC,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
T. Rex,
Chrome,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Arab on Radar,
the Sonics,
The Misunderstood,
Kool Moe Dee,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Monochrome Set,
Zero Boys,
Bluetip,
Infiniti,
Hot Snakes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Knickerbockers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Negative Approach,
Ultimate Spinach,
The J.B.'s,
Patti Smith,
The Blackbyrds,
Nik Kershaw,
Terrestrial Tones,
Adolescents,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Harpers Bizarre,
June of 44,
The Martian,
The Gap Band,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.