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 Solomon Islands and from New York.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sister Nancy to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Dead Boys,
Ponytail,
The Young Rascals,
Absolute Body Control,
Royal Trux,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ohio Players,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Arcadia,
Archie Shepp,
cv313,
Delta 5,
Roy Ayers,
The Last Poets,
The Angels of Light,
The Slackers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Y Pants,
The Leaves,
Michelle Simonal,
Little Man,
Gichy Dan,
Electric Prunes,
Urselle,
The Doobie Brothers,
Morten Harket,
Marcia Griffiths,
Technova,
The Tremeloes,
Robert Hood,
Procol Harum,
Los Fastidios,
Shuggie Otis,
Gregory Isaacs,
MC5,
Underground Resistance,
The Monochrome Set,
Duran Duran,
Eddi Front,
Metal Thangz,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Magma,
Andrew Hill,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tom Boy,
Deepchord,
Quando Quango,
Bill Wells,
X-101,
Sonny Sharrock,
B.T. Express,
E-Dancer,
Alton Ellis,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gabor Szabo,
Section 25,
Nik Kershaw,
Aaron Thompson,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.