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 Iran and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Trumans Water to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Swell Maps,
The Techniques,
The Kinks,
Los Fastidios,
Surgeon,
Suburban Knight,
Au Pairs,
The Red Krayola,
Ronan,
The Saints,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Bar-Kays,
Delta 5,
FM Einheit,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Visage,
The Last Poets,
H. Thieme,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Joe Finger,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Toni Rubio,
Bill Near,
The Toasters,
Avey Tare,
MC5,
The Residents,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Susan Cadogan,
Agitation Free,
Electric Prunes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Black Bananas,
T. Rex,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lou Reed,
The Walker Brothers,
Goldenarms,
The Music Machine,
The Raincoats,
The Blackbyrds,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sandy B,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Monks,
Guru Guru,
Nik Kershaw,
Japan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Star Department,
Intrusion,
The Birthday Party,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Minnie Riperton,
These Immortal Souls,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.