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 Andorra and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 theremin 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 Cheater Slicks to the grunge 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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Intrusion,
The Index,
Barry Ungar,
Franke,
Trumans Water,
Drexciya,
Dual Sessions,
Adolescents,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Soft Cell,
Loose Ends,
The Associates,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Frankie Knuckles,
Second Layer,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sister Nancy,
Skaos,
Michelle Simonal,
The Blues Magoos,
Eric Dolphy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Livin' Joy,
Wings,
Crime,
Popol Vuh,
Lungfish,
Jacob Miller,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Aaron Thompson,
Icehouse,
Can,
Joensuu 1685,
Supertramp,
The Cowsills,
Soft Cell,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pussy Galore,
Roger Hodgson,
Bob Dylan,
The Zeros,
Matthew Halsall,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Todd Terry,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Divine Comedy,
Motorama,
Mantronix,
The Dirtbombs,
Bad Manners,
Sällskapet,
Pet Shop Boys,
Freddie Wadling,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Archie Shepp,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Amon Düül,
Cameo,
The Misunderstood,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.