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 Costa Rica and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Black Pus to the electroclash 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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Bad Manners,
Marmalade,
Qualms,
Cameo,
Jandek,
E-Dancer,
The Dirtbombs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nirvana,
Scrapy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Slave,
Tommy Roe,
Boredoms,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Youth Brigade,
Easy Going,
Jeru the Damaja,
Circle Jerks,
Josef K,
8 Eyed Spy,
Joe Smooth,
The Real Kids,
The Move,
Blossom Toes,
Sandy B,
Mars,
Anthony Braxton,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Roy Ayers,
Suburban Knight,
Terry Callier,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Slits,
The Happenings,
Patti Smith,
Cybotron,
Duran Duran,
Outsiders,
Inner City,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Parry Music,
D'Angelo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Slackers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eli Mardock,
Gichy Dan,
Aloha Tigers,
Franke,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kaleidoscope,
Hasil Adkins,
Howard Jones,
New Order,
Eric Dolphy,
Scion,
Peter and Kerry,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.