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 Latvia and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Accadde A to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DeepChord presents Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Section 25,
Los Fastidios,
Davy DMX,
Soul II Soul,
The Saints,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Michelle Simonal,
Eric Dolphy,
Alice Coltrane,
Sarah Menescal,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
James White and The Blacks,
Sixth Finger,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Grass Roots,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Move,
In Retrospect,
Iggy Pop,
Toni Rubio,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kool Moe Dee,
Crispian St. Peters,
Skriet,
Rhythm & Sound,
Slave,
Yusef Lateef,
Aaron Thompson,
The Raincoats,
Glenn Branca,
Cheater Slicks,
Outsiders,
Derrick May,
Maurizio,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Babytalk,
The Names,
Sun City Girls,
Ituana,
Boredoms,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The American Breed,
Shoche,
Prince Buster,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Swell Maps,
Banda Bassotti,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Newcleus,
The Golliwogs,
The Detroit Cobras,
Y Pants,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
New Age Steppers,
Urselle,
Al Stewart,
T. Rex,
Spoonie Gee,
D'Angelo,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.