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 Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lagos.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Jacques Brel to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Terry Callier,
Khruangbin,
The Electric Prunes,
The Smiths,
The Beau Brummels,
Newcleus,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pole,
The Pretty Things,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Selecter,
Jimmy McGriff,
Throbbing Gristle,
X-Ray Spex,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Young Rascals,
Kurtis Blow,
Lou Christie,
Brick,
Skaos,
Jeff Lynne,
Royal Trux,
Spoonie Gee,
Sex Pistols,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Monks,
Heaven 17,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Theoretical Girls,
Television Personalities,
Dead Boys,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lungfish,
Agitation Free,
Ronan,
Mo-Dettes,
Masters at Work,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Glambeats Corp.,
Piero Umiliani,
The Techniques,
The Velvet Underground,
Flash Fearless,
Panda Bear,
Essential Logic,
Clear Light,
Barclay James Harvest,
Chrome,
Visage,
The Real Kids,
Godley & Creme,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Robert Görl,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Au Pairs,
Don Cherry,
Trumans Water,
The Grass Roots,
New Age Steppers,
Deadbeat,
Animal Collective,
Von Mondo,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.