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 Ireland and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 sitar 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
June Days,
Jacques Brel,
Letta Mbulu,
The Beau Brummels,
Chris & Cosey,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Happenings,
Maurizio,
Terrestrial Tones,
Amon Düül II,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Harmonia,
Easy Going,
Sixth Finger,
The Remains,
Siglo XX,
Sexual Harrassment,
Guru Guru,
Audionom,
The Barracudas,
Moebius,
John Coltrane,
World's Most,
Anakelly,
The Fall,
ABC,
Yellowson,
Tom Boy,
Moss Icon,
The Pretty Things,
Black Bananas,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gichy Dan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Barry Ungar,
Q65,
Mars,
Peter and Kerry,
Dennis Brown,
Faust,
Make Up,
Lalann,
Pagans,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Trumans Water,
Duran Duran,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mad Mike,
Dawn Penn,
Judy Mowatt,
The Cowsills,
Second Layer,
Bush Tetras,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Skriet,
The Victims,
Lou Reed,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.