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 Suriname and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Gichy Dan 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 The Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Radiopuhelimet,
Chrome,
Yazoo,
The Invisible,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jandek,
Lee Hazlewood,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sight & Sound,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Au Pairs,
DNA,
The Five Americans,
The Smiths,
Tomorrow,
Magazine,
Derrick May,
Moebius,
A Certain Ratio,
Barry Ungar,
Average White Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bill Wells,
Isaac Hayes,
Carl Craig,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Oneida,
Eurythmics,
Grey Daturas,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Niagra,
Patti Smith,
ABBA,
Cheater Slicks,
Aloha Tigers,
Masters at Work,
Soul II Soul,
Bootsy Collins,
The Wake,
Funky Four + One,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
John Holt,
Jerry's Kids,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rod Modell,
Boz Scaggs,
Subhumans,
Jacques Brel,
Deakin,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Qualms,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Buzzcocks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
John Coltrane,
Second Layer,
Pierre Henry,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.