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 Chile and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the oboe 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Fall,
The Skatalites,
Scan 7,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Wake,
The Martian,
The Toasters,
The Smoke,
Eden Ahbez,
Josef K,
Rufus Thomas,
The Pretty Things,
Half Japanese,
The Human League,
Drive Like Jehu,
48th St. Collective,
Davy DMX,
Q and Not U,
Buzzcocks,
Dennis Brown,
Lalann,
The Techniques,
Bob Dylan,
The Associates,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pussy Galore,
Khruangbin,
Reuben Wilson,
Schoolly D,
Absolute Body Control,
Second Layer,
Sex Pistols,
Q65,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eric B and Rakim,
Don Cherry,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bobby Womack,
Bronski Beat,
Godley & Creme,
Iggy Pop,
the Normal,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Fuzztones,
David Bowie,
Das Ding,
Jeru the Damaja,
Shoche,
Wings,
Junior Murvin,
UT,
Scott Walker,
The Trojans,
The Tremeloes,
Man Parrish,
New York Dolls,
The Moleskins,
Mad Mike,
Soul Sonic Force,
Faraquet,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.