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 Laos and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Vainqueur to the punk 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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Hashim,
B.T. Express,
Barbara Tucker,
PIL,
Sly & The Family Stone,
John Cale,
New York Dolls,
The Gories,
The New Christs,
Moss Icon,
The Remains,
The Searchers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Count Five,
Warren Ellis,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tears for Fears,
Pulsallama,
Porter Ricks,
La Düsseldorf,
Unwound,
Parry Music,
Inner City,
The Dave Clark Five,
Amazonics,
Panda Bear,
Bluetip,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Wings,
The Sonics,
Todd Terry,
Eric Dolphy,
Arthur Verocai,
The Cowsills,
the Sonics,
Eden Ahbez,
the Association,
Procol Harum,
Rites of Spring,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Glenn Branca,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Hardrive,
The Music Machine,
Letta Mbulu,
Judy Mowatt,
Motorama,
Susan Cadogan,
Sarah Menescal,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Donald Byrd,
Grey Daturas,
Fugazi,
H. Thieme,
Chrome,
In Retrospect,
The Sound,
The Alarm Clocks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.