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 United States and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Deepchord to the jazz 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Susan Cadogan,
The Durutti Column,
Saccharine Trust,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Modern Lovers,
Crispy Ambulance,
H. Thieme,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Al Stewart,
Lalo Schifrin,
T.S.O.L.,
The Human League,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lower 48,
Bronski Beat,
Bang On A Can,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ken Boothe,
Gong,
Fatback Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ohio Players,
Bill Near,
Sun City Girls,
K-Klass,
Monks,
Procol Harum,
Black Bananas,
Pagans,
Theoretical Girls,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sam Rivers,
The Seeds,
Tropical Tobacco,
Magma,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Bar-Kays,
The Cowsills,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ponytail,
Danielle Patucci,
Johnny Clarke,
Khruangbin,
Scientists,
Pere Ubu,
Excepter,
Don Cherry,
Robert Görl,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Dead C,
Cal Tjader,
Parry Music,
Bad Manners,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lungfish,
X-101,
The Gun Club,
Guru Guru,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.