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 Gambia and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Dead C to the techno 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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Pussy Galore,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Move,
Sun City Girls,
Johnny Clarke,
Amon Düül II,
Lindisfarne,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Moleskins,
The Searchers,
The Litter,
Derrick May,
China Crisis,
The Invisible,
Urselle,
Mad Mike,
Eric Copeland,
Grauzone,
Moebius,
The Leaves,
Don Cherry,
This Heat,
Animal Collective,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
John Lydon,
Alton Ellis,
June of 44,
Funkadelic,
Pole,
Sound Behaviour,
Barclay James Harvest,
Joe Finger,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Slits,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Derrick Morgan,
Nils Olav,
Sonic Youth,
The Last Poets,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sun Ra,
DNA,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Stetsasonic,
Theoretical Girls,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jerry Gold Smith,
New Age Steppers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Chris Corsano,
Robert Görl,
David McCallum,
kango's stein massive,
The Associates,
Nirvana,
Roger Hodgson,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.