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 Liberia and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 synthesizer 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 Wolf Eyes to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Franke,
Sugar Minott,
Massinfluence,
Tom Boy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Alphaville,
Derrick May,
Main Source,
Bill Near,
Lee Hazlewood,
Crime,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ludus,
One Last Wish,
Excepter,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lucky Dragons,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Moby Grape,
Pulsallama,
Tim Buckley,
Crooked Eye,
Tommy Roe,
Clear Light,
Stockholm Monsters,
Laurel Aitken,
The Martian,
Lou Reed,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Frankie Knuckles,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Skarface,
Sex Pistols,
Lyres,
Donny Hathaway,
Godley & Creme,
Rites of Spring,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Susan Cadogan,
The Raincoats,
Johnny Clarke,
Pagans,
Mad Mike,
Oneida,
Adolescents,
Reagan Youth,
The Blackbyrds,
the Human League,
Aswad,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Stooges,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Girls At Our Best!,
Prince Buster,
MDC,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nico,
Marine Girls,
The Dirtbombs,
Chris Corsano,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.