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 Moldova and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Intrusion to the disco 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 the Germs. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Graham Central Station,
Animal Collective,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Fuzztones,
Archie Shepp,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Tremeloes,
The Names,
Flash Fearless,
the Slits,
Country Teasers,
The Last Poets,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lower 48,
Todd Rundgren,
The Stooges,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Don Cherry,
Rhythm & Sound,
Barbara Tucker,
Hot Snakes,
Symarip,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tubeway Army,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Byron Stingily,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Metal Thangz,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Traffic Nightmare,
Schoolly D,
The Monochrome Set,
Swell Maps,
R.M.O.,
The Misunderstood,
X-Ray Spex,
Arthur Verocai,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gregory Isaacs,
Tomorrow,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ultravox,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Main Source,
The Pop Group,
Banda Bassotti,
Ohio Players,
Duran Duran,
Jeff Lynne,
Infiniti,
Television Personalities,
Erasure,
World's Most,
The Happenings,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
F. McDonald,
Von Mondo,
The Count Five,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sonic Youth,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.