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 Argentina and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Donald Fagen 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 Harry Pussy to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kas Product,
Surgeon,
Maleditus Sound,
Livin' Joy,
The Monochrome Set,
The Dirtbombs,
Chris Corsano,
Sight & Sound,
Blake Baxter,
Magma,
Todd Terry,
the Association,
The Knickerbockers,
Joe Smooth,
Country Teasers,
Lakeside,
Sandy B,
Roxy Music,
Guru Guru,
Ice-T,
The Doobie Brothers,
Isaac Hayes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Five Americans,
Excepter,
Interpol,
Siglo XX,
The Kinks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Motorama,
Panda Bear,
The Move,
Los Fastidios,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
Yusef Lateef,
the Slits,
The Selecter,
Vainqueur,
Toni Rubio,
Henry Cow,
The Pop Group,
Fugazi,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
One Last Wish,
Soulsonic Force,
Alton Ellis,
the Human League,
Freddie Wadling,
The Wake,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kenny Larkin,
The Divine Comedy,
Neu!,
Aaron Thompson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.