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 Qatar and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Birthday Party to the disco 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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
Hashim,
Crooked Eye,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bobby Byrd,
Hot Snakes,
Slave,
The Mummies,
The Sonics,
The Star Department,
Pussy Galore,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Fugs,
Spoonie Gee,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eric Dolphy,
Minutemen,
Audionom,
T.S.O.L.,
Tears for Fears,
The United States of America,
This Heat,
Camouflage,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kas Product,
Ralphi Rosario,
Liliput,
Metal Thangz,
Make Up,
Interpol,
The Count Five,
Urselle,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Crime,
Von Mondo,
Quantec,
Swans,
Patti Smith,
Qualms,
The Index,
John Foxx,
Blake Baxter,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pylon,
Japan,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gastr Del Sol,
John Cale,
Ten City,
The Music Machine,
Fugazi,
Ornette Coleman,
Babytalk,
Piero Umiliani,
The Invisible,
Laurel Aitken,
The Modern Lovers,
Erasure,
Harry Pussy,
Aswad,
The Last Poets,
Dawn Penn,
John Holt,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.