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 Houston.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 theremin 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 Joe Smooth to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Lakeside,
Mantronix,
Brand Nubian,
Lungfish,
Mandrill,
Kurtis Blow,
Silicon Teens,
Stiv Bators,
Carl Craig,
Lyres,
Mad Mike,
Altered Images,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Divine Comedy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Juan Atkins,
Vladislav Delay,
The Human League,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Freddie Wadling,
Scan 7,
Dead Boys,
Tim Buckley,
Pylon,
Rapeman,
Big Daddy Kane,
Cabaret Voltaire,
John Holt,
Pulsallama,
New Order,
Traffic Nightmare,
Piero Umiliani,
Grey Daturas,
The American Breed,
Procol Harum,
Fat Boys,
Judy Mowatt,
Drive Like Jehu,
Average White Band,
Arab on Radar,
Derrick Morgan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sixth Finger,
Glenn Branca,
Sonny Sharrock,
Half Japanese,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Public Image Ltd.,
Wasted Youth,
Eden Ahbez,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Harmonia,
Robert Görl,
Black Bananas,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nico,
Chris Corsano,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.