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 Nauru and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Fugazi to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Deepchord,
The Smiths,
Aaron Thompson,
Jandek,
Franke,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Don Cherry,
The Barracudas,
Delta 5,
Hardrive,
The Black Dice,
China Crisis,
Donald Byrd,
the Slits,
Quando Quango,
Gang Gang Dance,
L. Decosne,
Tres Demented,
The Cure,
Make Up,
Anthony Braxton,
Marmalade,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Arab on Radar,
Tim Buckley,
DJ Sneak,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Seeds,
Tom Boy,
Glenn Branca,
The Five Americans,
Robert Wyatt,
Harmonia,
Adolescents,
Flipper,
Roxette,
Sandy B,
KRS-One,
the Normal,
Eddi Front,
June of 44,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Angels of Light,
T.S.O.L.,
10cc,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
DNA,
Monks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Simply Red,
Chris Corsano,
Soft Cell,
Junior Murvin,
Newcleus,
8 Eyed Spy,
D'Angelo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.