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 Denmark and from Delhi.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 the Slits to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Mummies. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Stetsasonic,
Harry Pussy,
JFA,
Japan,
Archie Shepp,
Interpol,
Wasted Youth,
The Techniques,
Gang Green,
Lou Reed,
The Five Americans,
Chris & Cosey,
The Neon Judgement,
Lyres,
Suburban Knight,
Zapp,
The United States of America,
The Divine Comedy,
Eric Copeland,
Rufus Thomas,
The Move,
Easy Going,
The Blues Magoos,
Thompson Twins,
Lalo Schifrin,
Scan 7,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Main Source,
The Gories,
In Retrospect,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Erasure,
Grauzone,
The Index,
Liliput,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mission of Burma,
Essential Logic,
The Shadows of Knight,
Aural Exciters,
Absolute Body Control,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Vogues,
DJ Sneak,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Underground Resistance,
Tom Boy,
U.S. Maple,
Lungfish,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Erykah Badu,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Barracudas,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Television Personalities,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.