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 Bahamas and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 sitar 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
The Trojans,
Roxy Music,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gichy Dan,
Slick Rick,
Hardrive,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Monolake,
Colin Newman,
The Cramps,
Wings,
Bush Tetras,
Public Image Ltd.,
U.S. Maple,
Interpol,
Lindisfarne,
The Moody Blues,
Severed Heads,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pussy Galore,
Lou Reed,
Jeff Mills,
The Smoke,
David McCallum,
Nico,
Ponytail,
Joyce Sims,
Robert Görl,
the Bar-Kays,
Pole,
Juan Atkins,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Todd Rundgren,
The Moleskins,
Fluxion,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sällskapet,
Jeff Lynne,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sex Pistols,
Shuggie Otis,
Magazine,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Qualms,
New Age Steppers,
The Selecter,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Gun Club,
Maurizio,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Unrelated Segments,
Rekid,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Avey Tare,
Mr. Review,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Neil Young,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.