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 Romania and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 American Breed to the electroclash 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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Funky Four + One,
The United States of America,
The Mummies,
Leonard Cohen,
Gil Scott Heron,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Gun Club,
Eric Dolphy,
Chris & Cosey,
Barbara Tucker,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sonic Youth,
Organ,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Can,
Big Daddy Kane,
Q65,
The Barracudas,
Toni Rubio,
Fatback Band,
Royal Trux,
X-101,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Count Five,
Robert Hood,
Ten City,
Fugazi,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Smoke,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mark Hollis,
Massinfluence,
Donny Hathaway,
Soul II Soul,
Electric Light Orchestra,
This Heat,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Idris Muhammad,
Malaria!,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Sonics,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Heaven 17,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Deadbeat,
Rosa Yemen,
Darondo,
The Five Americans,
Das Ding,
Joensuu 1685,
Bill Near,
Delta 5,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Association,
Average White Band,
Brass Construction,
Monolake,
Subhumans,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.