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 Guinea and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Lakeside to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Residents,
Black Moon,
Das Ding,
Josef K,
Yaz,
Royal Trux,
Cheater Slicks,
Gichy Dan,
Metal Thangz,
Ituana,
Spandau Ballet,
Charles Mingus,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Whodini,
Peter & Gordon,
Connie Case,
Godley & Creme,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Marmalade,
Lightning Bolt,
Nas,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Country Teasers,
Chris & Cosey,
Qualms,
The Blackbyrds,
The Sonics,
E-Dancer,
Swans,
The Angels of Light,
Black Sheep,
Darondo,
Nico,
Intrusion,
Swell Maps,
The Slackers,
Cecil Taylor,
Average White Band,
Clear Light,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nils Olav,
The Smiths,
Cluster,
Jesper Dahlback,
Reagan Youth,
the Bar-Kays,
the Swans,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Arthur Verocai,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Dennis Brown,
Barbara Tucker,
Mantronix,
X-102,
Accadde A,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gang of Four,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.