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 Swaziland and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Michael McDonald 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 Siglo XX to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mark Hollis,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Human League,
The Music Machine,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Groovy Waters,
Eve St. Jones,
Jeff Mills,
Lower 48,
Soul II Soul,
Crash Course in Science,
Eddi Front,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Star Department,
Arthur Verocai,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Arcadia,
Siglo XX,
Bob Dylan,
Brick,
Gang Starr,
The Slits,
Max Romeo,
Tres Demented,
Japan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Albert Ayler,
R.M.O.,
Roxy Music,
Pantytec,
The Searchers,
the Association,
Nation of Ulysses,
Warsaw,
The Gun Club,
Mr. Review,
Don Cherry,
Inner City,
Jandek,
Oblivians,
The Mojo Men,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cymande,
The Move,
The Detroit Cobras,
Soft Cell,
Minutemen,
Skriet,
Symarip,
Hot Snakes,
K-Klass,
the Soft Cell,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lou Reed,
Make Up,
The Fall,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pussy Galore,
Trumans Water,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.