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 Ethiopia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Lou Reed to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Flipper,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
John Coltrane,
Scott Walker,
Wolf Eyes,
The Five Americans,
Parry Music,
Todd Rundgren,
Matthew Bourne,
Desert Stars,
Symarip,
Simply Red,
Sun Ra,
Glambeats Corp.,
FM Einheit,
Can,
Dead Boys,
8 Eyed Spy,
Public Enemy,
Ituana,
The Knickerbockers,
Marvin Gaye,
The Music Machine,
Monolake,
Eddi Front,
Josef K,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Magazine,
Sun City Girls,
The Durutti Column,
Organ,
Popol Vuh,
Freddie Wadling,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Anthony Braxton,
Donald Byrd,
John Lydon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Zeros,
Bobby Sherman,
Wally Richardson,
Minny Pops,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ralphi Rosario,
Prince Buster,
The Red Krayola,
Eve St. Jones,
New Age Steppers,
Heaven 17,
Con Funk Shun,
James White and The Blacks,
Au Pairs,
Tommy Roe,
The Techniques,
The Slackers,
Pere Ubu,
Nick Fraelich,
Derrick May,
Pagans,
David McCallum,
Grauzone,
Surgeon,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.