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 Israel and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
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 The Mummies to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
The Misunderstood,
MDC,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Big Daddy Kane,
The Blues Magoos,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Schoolly D,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Arab on Radar,
The Grass Roots,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Modern Lovers,
Harmonia,
Tim Buckley,
Depeche Mode,
Pole,
Darondo,
The Barracudas,
Mark Hollis,
Funky Four + One,
Subhumans,
Niagra,
The Electric Prunes,
Aaron Thompson,
Hot Snakes,
DJ Style,
Quando Quango,
Laurel Aitken,
Matthew Halsall,
The Divine Comedy,
Davy DMX,
The Vogues,
Black Sheep,
Underground Resistance,
Howard Jones,
Circle Jerks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Letta Mbulu,
The Slackers,
UT,
Freddie Wadling,
The Move,
Rod Modell,
Interpol,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pussy Galore,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Das Ding,
New York Dolls,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Velvet Underground,
Intrusion,
Altered Images,
Ludus,
Kayak,
Eric Dolphy,
June of 44,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.