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 Kosovo and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 arpeggiator 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 June Days to the disco 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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario 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 sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals 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?
Marshall Jefferson,
Drive Like Jehu,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Buckinghams,
Thompson Twins,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Black Bananas,
EPMD,
Alison Limerick,
Model 500,
The Toasters,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Litter,
Dead Boys,
Erykah Badu,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Johnny Clarke,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lou Christie,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eli Mardock,
Glambeats Corp.,
Circle Jerks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pussy Galore,
Sex Pistols,
Surgeon,
Terrestrial Tones,
Brick,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sun City Girls,
The Doors,
Minor Threat,
The Gun Club,
Das Ding,
Sam Rivers,
Ludus,
The Slits,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Divine Comedy,
Buzzcocks,
The Cure,
Fad Gadget,
Joey Negro,
The Evens,
Todd Terry,
Simply Red,
Ossler,
Mission of Burma,
Nik Kershaw,
The Neon Judgement,
Kevin Saunderson,
Leonard Cohen,
Eric Dolphy,
Lightning Bolt,
Duran Duran,
The United States of America,
The Names,
The Angels of Light,
Brass Construction,
Man Parrish,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.