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 Burkina and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Susan Cadogan to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Mo-Dettes,
Mars,
Hasil Adkins,
The Stooges,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sixth Finger,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sun City Girls,
Make Up,
Susan Cadogan,
The Doors,
E-Dancer,
The Shadows of Knight,
June Days,
Letta Mbulu,
The Smoke,
T.S.O.L.,
The Saints,
Bizarre Inc.,
DJ Sneak,
Pere Ubu,
Subhumans,
Reuben Wilson,
Cybotron,
Tomorrow,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Raincoats,
Talk Talk,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Seeds,
The Martian,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gil Scott Heron,
John Foxx,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Monochrome Set,
Gang Gang Dance,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sarah Menescal,
Ultra Naté,
Arab on Radar,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Normal,
The Fall,
Alice Coltrane,
Eric B and Rakim,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Patti Smith,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lucky Dragons,
Deadbeat,
Alphaville,
Sonic Youth,
DNA,
Minutemen,
Erasure,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Fire Engines,
John Holt,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.