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 Kyrgyzstan and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Steve Hackett to the jazz 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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James Chance & The Contortions 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?
Davy DMX,
These Immortal Souls,
Crooked Eye,
The Divine Comedy,
The Red Krayola,
John Holt,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Walker Brothers,
Negative Approach,
The Searchers,
D'Angelo,
Jerry's Kids,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Bar-Kays,
Sonic Youth,
CMW,
The Victims,
The Fall,
Graham Central Station,
Bob Dylan,
Marvin Gaye,
Depeche Mode,
Franke,
Rod Modell,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Beau Brummels,
The Real Kids,
Duran Duran,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Qualms,
R.M.O.,
Camouflage,
Japan,
Aural Exciters,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Alice Coltrane,
Todd Rundgren,
Nirvana,
Alphaville,
ABC,
Yaz,
Porter Ricks,
The Electric Prunes,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Technova,
Curtis Mayfield,
Agent Orange,
Throbbing Gristle,
Excepter,
Rites of Spring,
The Dave Clark Five,
Harmonia,
The Standells,
Zero Boys,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Michelle Simonal,
Kerri Chandler,
Pantaleimon,
The J.B.'s,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.