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 Turkey and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Stockholm.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the snare 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 H. Thieme to the grunge 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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Eric Copeland,
Thompson Twins,
The Misunderstood,
Vainqueur,
Carl Craig,
Wolf Eyes,
Radio Birdman,
Animal Collective,
Ludus,
Eli Mardock,
The Gun Club,
Rosa Yemen,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jandek,
The Offenders,
The Raincoats,
Whodini,
The Invisible,
Television Personalities,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ultravox,
Peter & Gordon,
Kerri Chandler,
Dawn Penn,
The Red Krayola,
Surgeon,
Johnny Osbourne,
Wally Richardson,
Little Man,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Joe Smooth,
Television,
Yazoo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Fania All-Stars,
Warsaw,
Tres Demented,
Swell Maps,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gichy Dan,
John Coltrane,
PIL,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Arthur Verocai,
Masters at Work,
David Axelrod,
Technova,
Metal Thangz,
Donald Byrd,
Sugar Minott,
Jawbox,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gang Gang Dance,
L. Decosne,
The Modern Lovers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Grandmaster Flash,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.