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 Saudi Arabia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Dawn Penn to the rap 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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Ultravox,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Black Bananas,
Banda Bassotti,
The Victims,
Tomorrow,
The United States of America,
Delta 5,
Pharoah Sanders,
Amon Düül,
Aural Exciters,
Dead Boys,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Knickerbockers,
Sister Nancy,
Rufus Thomas,
Second Layer,
Lower 48,
Underground Resistance,
The Smiths,
Swans,
Faust,
The Monochrome Set,
The Buckinghams,
Brick,
Arthur Verocai,
Model 500,
David Axelrod,
Funky Four + One,
Maurizio,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pantytec,
James White and The Blacks,
Massinfluence,
B.T. Express,
Ken Boothe,
The Evens,
Pierre Henry,
Reuben Wilson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Byron Stingily,
Roxy Music,
Rosa Yemen,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Minnie Riperton,
Andrew Hill,
Leonard Cohen,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Marine Girls,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Hasil Adkins,
Fad Gadget,
Subhumans,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Slackers,
E-Dancer,
Howard Jones,
The Electric Prunes,
Monolake,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.