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 Liberia and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the 808 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 Jacob Miller to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Porter Ricks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Unwound,
Maurizio,
Ken Boothe,
Amazonics,
John Cale,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sixth Finger,
Intrusion,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Slits,
Arcadia,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Red Krayola,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cheater Slicks,
Rapeman,
Pere Ubu,
The Cure,
Sonic Youth,
Quadrant,
The Residents,
Robert Görl,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Music Machine,
Albert Ayler,
Fatback Band,
The Remains,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Spoonie Gee,
New Order,
The Fall,
John Coltrane,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Reuben Wilson,
Stereo Dub,
Fear,
Skaos,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Joey Negro,
Andrew Hill,
The Techniques,
Young Marble Giants,
The Modern Lovers,
Panda Bear,
David Bowie,
The Seeds,
Black Moon,
Ultravox,
Sly & The Family Stone,
La Düsseldorf,
Scan 7,
The Fire Engines,
Morten Harket,
In Retrospect,
Swell Maps,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Danielle Patucci,
Wire,
New Age Steppers,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.