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 Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Jacques Brel to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Absolute Body Control,
Gerry Rafferty,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eve St. Jones,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Frankie Knuckles,
Severed Heads,
Ossler,
Faraquet,
David McCallum,
Negative Approach,
Procol Harum,
John Cale,
Lou Reed,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Scientists,
the Soft Cell,
Althea and Donna,
Cluster,
The Techniques,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eddi Front,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Davy DMX,
The Skatalites,
Pagans,
The Modern Lovers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Dawn Penn,
Aaron Thompson,
John Lydon,
Dead Boys,
Wasted Youth,
Liliput,
Underground Resistance,
Derrick Morgan,
The Trojans,
Robert Görl,
Johnny Clarke,
The Smoke,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Doors,
Guru Guru,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bobby Byrd,
Oblivians,
Q and Not U,
Ponytail,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Doobie Brothers,
U.S. Maple,
Boredoms,
Isaac Hayes,
The Happenings,
A Certain Ratio,
Parry Music,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Moby Grape,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.