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 Indonesia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Dual Sessions to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Warren Ellis,
Drive Like Jehu,
Soft Machine,
Spoonie Gee,
Cybotron,
David McCallum,
Cluster,
Magazine,
Zero Boys,
Barclay James Harvest,
Wally Richardson,
The Names,
Lakeside,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Count Five,
Schoolly D,
Soft Cell,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Black Moon,
Oblivians,
Jeff Lynne,
Deepchord,
The Golliwogs,
Gastr Del Sol,
New Order,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Quando Quango,
Harry Pussy,
The Associates,
The Gap Band,
Electric Prunes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Laurel Aitken,
Icehouse,
Wolf Eyes,
Lightning Bolt,
Skaos,
Archie Shepp,
The Evens,
The Zeros,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Joyce Sims,
the Bar-Kays,
Massinfluence,
Black Pus,
Neil Young,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sun Ra,
Hoover,
Babytalk,
Donny Hathaway,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Index,
Jeru the Damaja,
Index,
The Blues Magoos,
Q and Not U,
Pagans,
Sarah Menescal,
Freddie Wadling,
ABC,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.