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 Sweden and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Blues Magoos to the jazz 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Arcadia,
John Coltrane,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rapeman,
Slave,
Zapp,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Raincoats,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dawn Penn,
The Knickerbockers,
June Days,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Joyce Sims,
Minor Threat,
Can,
Marc Almond,
The Sound,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Anthony Braxton,
The American Breed,
Don Cherry,
Blossom Toes,
David Bowie,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Stockholm Monsters,
Yellowson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Glenn Branca,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Divine Comedy,
Monolake,
The Monochrome Set,
The Trojans,
Sun City Girls,
Idris Muhammad,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Talk Talk,
Sandy B,
Pierre Henry,
Soulsonic Force,
Morten Harket,
New Age Steppers,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Smoke,
Severed Heads,
Basic Channel,
8 Eyed Spy,
Radio Birdman,
H. Thieme,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Qualms,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kurtis Blow,
Moebius,
Boz Scaggs,
The Beau Brummels,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.