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 Thailand and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Magazine to the punk 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 Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance 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 sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Traffic Nightmare,
Scion,
Sonic Youth,
Swans,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Monks,
Massinfluence,
Fat Boys,
Grauzone,
The Slits,
Skaos,
Gang Green,
Connie Case,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bobby Womack,
The Smoke,
Faraquet,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Yaz,
Nas,
Scrapy,
Quadrant,
The Knickerbockers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Crash Course in Science,
D'Angelo,
Zero Boys,
Sam Rivers,
Sister Nancy,
the Sonics,
Tim Buckley,
David Axelrod,
Kerri Chandler,
Con Funk Shun,
Qualms,
Theoretical Girls,
Mary Jane Girls,
Babytalk,
The Pretty Things,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Golliwogs,
The Mummies,
In Retrospect,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lee Hazlewood,
Marvin Gaye,
The Red Krayola,
The Durutti Column,
Black Flag,
Letta Mbulu,
The Young Rascals,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gong,
Cameo,
Kenny Larkin,
Ultra Naté,
Pulsallama,
Sonny Sharrock,
Crooked Eye,
The Residents,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.