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 Malta and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 OOIOO to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
ABBA,
Fear,
Flamin' Groovies,
Terry Callier,
Gichy Dan,
June of 44,
Mission of Burma,
Donny Hathaway,
Kenny Larkin,
Zapp,
Unwound,
Whodini,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Amazonics,
The Victims,
Dennis Brown,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Fugs,
48th St. Collective,
Ice-T,
Minutemen,
In Retrospect,
KRS-One,
EPMD,
Tres Demented,
Stereo Dub,
Pole,
Rites of Spring,
Dawn Penn,
The Happenings,
Parry Music,
Scratch Acid,
Groovy Waters,
Pulsallama,
Robert Hood,
Nils Olav,
Davy DMX,
Fela Kuti,
Andrew Hill,
Chris & Cosey,
Circle Jerks,
Slick Rick,
Los Fastidios,
Tubeway Army,
The Raincoats,
DJ Sneak,
Easy Going,
Pantaleimon,
Gong,
Wally Richardson,
Cluster,
Organ,
Radio Birdman,
Yellowson,
Scientists,
Tim Buckley,
Cheater Slicks,
Excepter,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.