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 Dominican Republic and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Glenn Branca to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unwound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
The Evens,
Angry Samoans,
Cheater Slicks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Saccharine Trust,
Joe Smooth,
Robert Görl,
Unrelated Segments,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Delta 5,
The New Christs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Cameo,
Heaven 17,
Accadde A,
Los Fastidios,
Sunsets and Hearts,
R.M.O.,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Moody Blues,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Wire,
Darondo,
The Vogues,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Hot Snakes,
Swans,
Pagans,
Swell Maps,
Public Image Ltd.,
Terrestrial Tones,
Johnny Osbourne,
Faraquet,
John Lydon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ponytail,
Flipper,
Oblivians,
Byron Stingily,
David McCallum,
ABC,
Tears for Fears,
New Age Steppers,
Tim Buckley,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sister Nancy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Scott Walker,
The Slackers,
Ludus,
Scrapy,
Jeff Lynne,
Severed Heads,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rod Modell,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Dave Gahan,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.