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 Jordan and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 David Bowie 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 Drive Like Jehu to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield 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 a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Babytalk,
Yusef Lateef,
A Certain Ratio,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Reagan Youth,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Names,
Barbara Tucker,
Moby Grape,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ralphi Rosario,
Marine Girls,
The Knickerbockers,
FM Einheit,
DNA,
The Blackbyrds,
Mantronix,
Section 25,
Funkadelic,
David Bowie,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Groovy Waters,
Stockholm Monsters,
Television,
Cameo,
Public Image Ltd.,
World's Most,
Bobby Womack,
Robert Hood,
Goldenarms,
Main Source,
Amon Düül,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
MDC,
Fluxion,
Q65,
EPMD,
Eden Ahbez,
Fear,
Alphaville,
Gang Green,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Traffic Nightmare,
Derrick May,
Bronski Beat,
Sonic Youth,
Cybotron,
Amazonics,
D'Angelo,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Soft Machine,
The Barracudas,
The Sound,
Eddi Front,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.