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 Estonia and from Bremen.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Joensuu 1685 to the rock 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 The Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
The Angels of Light,
The Offenders,
The Misunderstood,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Amon Düül,
Robert Hood,
Can,
Porter Ricks,
Mars,
Pussy Galore,
A Certain Ratio,
Rites of Spring,
Alison Limerick,
The Doors,
Dorothy Ashby,
Zapp,
Dawn Penn,
Robert Wyatt,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
In Retrospect,
Gang Green,
Skaos,
Eurythmics,
Underground Resistance,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Music Machine,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Johnny Clarke,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nas,
The Cosmic Jokers,
MDC,
Thee Headcoats,
The Velvet Underground,
Malaria!,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cluster,
Severed Heads,
the Normal,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Blossom Toes,
Fela Kuti,
Lebanon Hanover,
Essential Logic,
The Names,
Sarah Menescal,
T. Rex,
Nick Fraelich,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The New Christs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jerry's Kids,
Chris Corsano,
John Coltrane,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Scrapy,
Juan Atkins,
Excepter,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.