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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Royal Trux to the rock 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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jawbox,
Kerrie Biddell,
Patti Smith,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Outsiders,
John Lydon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Donald Byrd,
Lightning Bolt,
Roger Hodgson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Deepchord,
Scientists,
Alison Limerick,
Fad Gadget,
Marmalade,
Aaron Thompson,
the Germs,
Sällskapet,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ronnie Foster,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Index,
Reagan Youth,
The Motions,
the Fania All-Stars,
Accadde A,
The Smiths,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Aural Exciters,
Derrick May,
Popol Vuh,
The New Christs,
The Fortunes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tears for Fears,
Young Marble Giants,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tim Buckley,
Joe Smooth,
Albert Ayler,
Echospace,
Todd Terry,
T.S.O.L.,
Supertramp,
Idris Muhammad,
Skarface,
Laurel Aitken,
Ultra Naté,
Zero Boys,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mantronix,
Altered Images,
Suicide,
Freddie Wadling,
Lakeside,
Kas Product,
Neu!,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.