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 Haiti and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Donald Fagen 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 Robert Görl to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Danielle Patucci,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kool Moe Dee,
La Düsseldorf,
The Angels of Light,
R.M.O.,
Sound Behaviour,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
Supertramp,
These Immortal Souls,
Bauhaus,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ponytail,
Blossom Toes,
Ultimate Spinach,
DNA,
Peter & Gordon,
Moby Grape,
Ultravox,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Neon Judgement,
Henry Cow,
Boredoms,
Popol Vuh,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Wire,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Scratch Acid,
10cc,
Andrew Hill,
Junior Murvin,
The Remains,
Wally Richardson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fat Boys,
The Victims,
Maurizio,
Rotary Connection,
the Sonics,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Residents,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Move,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Blues Magoos,
Glenn Branca,
Aaron Thompson,
The Grass Roots,
The Searchers,
B.T. Express,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Zapp,
Sexual Harrassment,
Symarip,
Duran Duran,
Michelle Simonal,
Crash Course in Science,
Spoonie Gee,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.