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 Korea South and from Beijing.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Mad Mike to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Pantytec,
Radiohead,
The Kinks,
Yusef Lateef,
Oneida,
Faust,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ludus,
The Smoke,
Livin' Joy,
DJ Sneak,
The New Christs,
Darondo,
Traffic Nightmare,
Shuggie Otis,
Eli Mardock,
AZ,
The Gap Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Suburban Knight,
Joyce Sims,
Chris Corsano,
Eurythmics,
The Misunderstood,
Kayak,
Grauzone,
Blossom Toes,
Franke,
Colin Newman,
Harmonia,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ohio Players,
Piero Umiliani,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Vogues,
Deakin,
Nils Olav,
Amon Düül II,
Yellowson,
Kerrie Biddell,
Anthony Braxton,
Jeff Mills,
Jeru the Damaja,
Thompson Twins,
London Community Gospel Choir,
cv313,
Donny Hathaway,
The Blackbyrds,
Amon Düül,
Mr. Review,
Lower 48,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Circle Jerks,
Roxette,
Pulsallama,
B.T. Express,
Stockholm Monsters,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.